The story about sterling silver is just a dream we all have together. When we wake up from the dream, there is nothing. Nothing.
I have laughed, cried, been in pain, finally, I have experienced enough emotions, and it has been a long time, it has lasted for several years. Isn't it enough?
As soon as the tea was stirred in the cup, his dark eyes looked at the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup. For a long time, the color deepened. Sitting opposite, Huihui had a gentle look on her face. She supported her face with the back of her hands and listened carefully to the words of the man opposite.
He said: A long time ago, when Pure Silver met them, his life was destined to be changed, and that drama of God's will had lost its way before everyone knew it.
Beauty is just an illusion.
Like a firework that easily gets cold.
Unreal, like and love are the products after the fireworks fade away...
When the tea came to the end, he took back the hand holding the tea cup, turned his head to look at the bustling street outside the glass window, was silent for a moment, and said lightly: We all call that time the dream of the night city fragrance.
The fragrance of the city comes at night, the color of pure silver.
Huihui asked: Chayi, who is the pure silver in the story?
Cha looked back, reached out and touched Huihui's head, and smiled gently: "Sure Silver, he is an immortal boy!"
Really, so after the story ends, the boy named Pure Silver is still a beautiful, stubborn and sad seventeen-year-old boy.
I won't lie to you...
That's why I'm so sorry...
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