Friendship, love, family affection, homosexuality, unlimited flavors
Listen to Xiaodie talk about the most different Qingzhuan, related to the uprising
This story has nothing to do with romance or YY
It's just that I've been thinking about such a man
In the sea of people, hold my hand tightly, for fear that I will lose my only support in the world
In front of the sword, hold me tightly, for fear that I will lose my last hope
When the dust has long since settled, you caress my head, for fear that I will lose my last hope
Looking back many years later, looking at the empty back, I couldn't help but murmur:
Who holds my hand