——The autumn wind blew through Yan Yan's desk and quietly took away the drawing paper on the table.
The drawing paper floated to the ground, and only then did he see all his thoughts. And the words on the back of the painting have become dead trees in the old hometown.
Your bright eyes
It's the shackles of my sight
your heart
It's the crown I long for
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Yan Yan (attack) x Fang Keke (receive)
Straight, curved, slow-heating x lively, cheerful and straightforward
"I can accept that I don't have a mother, but I can't let my lover lose a mother because of my selfish desires."
"I originally wanted to give you those things, but they stole them. I didn't expect you to buy them. However, this was something you could get for free. This is what I want to give to you!"
/Many plot lines! Attention attention OvO
New to writing, please be patient! (ˆつ⩊⊂ˆ)
Purpose: Art and Literature