When you close your eyes, the past flows into the present.
What cannot be fished out or picked up is the starlight from last night.
It sank to the bottom of the river and it couldn't breathe.
Do you still remember?
The forest outside the window is soaked in starlight.
[Xiaoyan's short stories based on sudden whims will arouse your purest inner voice! Ps: Regarding the issue of sexual orientation, since there are no female characters in this novel, don't worry if it is set to bl~]
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