It's just an essay, a story I want to write.
[Looking at the sky, I can't float by like a copywriter]
The so-called prophecy and fate are just a bet that has nothing to do with winning or losing.
The so-called copywriting.
If you are asked to have a dream that comes true, and the price is your life, how do you choose, sink or wake up?
Feng Zimei chose the former without hesitation, stagnating her time in the beauty of that summer.
However, as long as it is a dream, you will always wake up.
The more beautiful it is, the more cruel it is to wake up.
So at the very end, Feng Zimei discovered that the passage of time had become desolate.
Her obsession disappeared.
Those who love her are both yin and yang.
It's better not to wake up from this dream…
[This article is a sadomasochistic love story under the guise of light-heartedness, is there such a thing?]
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