Lanka saw the rich green of the Sangshas forest again.
The leaves of the big incense tree on the hill are moving, and the eyes of the phantom beasts in the dark are all absurdly impressive.
Sangxiashi, Meteor Street, Spider, Killer.
No matter how beautiful poetry accuses evil, no matter how beautiful the flowers of evil are, it seems that they will become insignificant at certain moments.
Lanka put a bouquet of cedar flowers on the tomb and thought:
——No matter what, this era is still as pure as paper.
Because there will always be a reason to live, and that is enough.
(This is a crude homemade picture, I can barely read it, so let's make up the numbers first = =)
[Latest reminder]:
The non-time-travel heroine has a weird personality and weird experiences, and it's a serious drama, so this is a pretty serious story...
In a nutshell: the past, present, and... Possible future of No. 4 In front of the brigade (Yuanmu = =)
Important announcement: Course selection and military training have drained my energy. I can't update recently. I'm extremely sorry!
[Old article link]:
Old articles with very different styles.
A small story that is not heavy, has come to an end.
[Background music]:
(El Pueblo Unido Jamas Sera Vencido sounds great~)