Qiu Hongdou often compares herself to floating clouds or the moon,
Not because of lightness, not because of beauty,
According to her words,
A breeze blows and is shattered, a sun disappears as soon as it rises,
After all, he is a small and transparent figure, dispensable.
Zhuo Shaoqian also thought so at first.
That changed later.
When it changed, he didn't know exactly.
Just like I don't understand the garden full of crabapples,
Already at a certain moment, quietly opened.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~The dividing line~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I secretly think that this is the story of a little wimp who occasionally resists and gradually conquers a little slut who refuses to admit his fault.
I yelled weakly, "Xuanhuan, get back here, I'm sorry everyone, let's start updating the article!"