Attition.1This article is directed to CP. B. G. There are floating flowers. Original heroine.
[Attention.2] (If you fall into the trap, just ignore it) The world view of Death may be seriously subverted later in this article... Well, the "Empire of Nothingness" will probably also appear, and Uncle Lan will most likely be a soy sauce. If you are interested, please go out and turn left.
[Attention.3] In the revision of the previous article, some unnatural connections and some foreshadowing issues will be corrected. It will probably be smoother and the setting will be less sober, but the cruelty of political struggle will be highlighted in some tender plots. The characters cannot fully trust each other. Enter with caution
attention.4Try to correct typos and typos as soon as possible... Please ignore those horrible update displays.
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"If one day you can't hear, see, smell, taste, or even feel anything, what will you do? What will you do?"
"I don't know."
At that time, you didn't know everything about the present, but everything in the past finally became clear to you. Your eyes were always staring into the darkness, and you suddenly understood the truth, cruelty or beauty that your eyes couldn't see and your ears couldn't hear.
Then you said, maybe I will cry bitterly, hurt myself all over, and then, after being completely defeated in despair, I will raise my head and watch you who have loved me deeply live and die again.
Because there is a lot of despair in this world, but also a lot of beauty.
But none of that compares to the smile on your face when you reached out to me.
Reasons to live, to love, to be strong, to smile. This alone is enough.
This is a long, long story, a story about something you have to protect and something you don't want to lose.
He is wearing a colorful robe and she is wearing a colorful mask.
Here, we are destined to meet.
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The new copywriting actually doesn't have much to do with the plot, so don't worry = =
It's just that after writing so much, I feel that I can no longer maintain the original mood of "write as much as I can".
They're here, alive, and I have to be responsible for them.
I gave them a question, and by "they" I mean everyone in this article. "Everyone".
And then the answer is the answer I "hope" they can give me.
There is always a belief that nothing can compare to. No matter what kind of despair, it can be overcome.