Whose youth has no sand at all?
In the warm winter, when the house is empty, Dou Jiaye comes. In the eyes of everyone during their student days, and even in their own eyes, there was nothing that could change the iron triangle.
But in the world of love, it's not all about death or injury.
A story about love being like a cough that cannot be tolerated or stopped.
This article is pseudo-literary, slow-burning, □□, about sister-brother love.
This is not a story about Cinderella and the Prince, but I would like to use my nostalgia for the past to piece together those youthful moments that I will never regret existing.
11/02/11