It is still a story about two small attackers and a small shou, Qing Shui. Wow, it turns out that for a certain period of time I used to write this and pretend to do that. . . = =
Move here~
P. S. That drama song that has been stuck for 7 months... I'm waiting for the cover to come out... I was wrong... Help me with my forehead T. T
P. S. The plot song is the bloody HE version = =
Xiao Su, Mo Su
This is a story about waiting and faith.
A long time ago, someone told me that the flower language of iris is the happiness of believers.
Purple iris, with its proud spirit, blooms on the road to heaven in mythology, symbolizing love and peace.
But how can I see the iris on the road to heaven? Just like faith, it is too far away to be touched.
That's why you let it go?
If everything ended like this, it wouldn't be a bad thing. It's just that people are such sloppy animals sometimes. Some people have inadvertently occupied the most special place in their hearts.
Reluctant or powerless?
Looking up, I thought I could at least get a divine answer.
But no, none.
Birds flew across the dark sky, and people remained silent. Whose heart was hurt by waiting?
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——Mouhui
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