When they passed by me, two particularly dazzling lights suddenly flashed through, which made my eyes sore and I immediately burst into tears. I opened my eyes hard to let the tears recede, and when I took a closer look, it was the pair of rings on their hands that were shining against the moon...
If there is reincarnation in novels, then this work can be jokingly called the predecessor of "Northern Love". There is a royal sister here! There is a loli! There is Shota! There is a tough guy! Have friendship! There is love! There is gay love! There is no ridiculous love triangle here, but there is still the entanglement of love and non-love. The author has found a unique way to organically integrate the romance of love with the dullness of reality. The occasional sword, gun, sword and halberd are used to show readers the love portraits of the new generation of college students who can't laugh or cry, and explain to readers what it means to laugh without saying a word, which is quite petty. This is a prosperous city, where some people are feasting and feasting, while others are dining out and sleeping in the open. They are a group of boys and girls from all over the world. As Beidiao, they have ideals and work hard, but they are also trapped in reality, and some of them are fearless in the face of love. , Some people are daunted by it. They are the so-called elite college students in this society, but there are still serious stratifications within them. There are tall, rich, handsome and white and rich, and there are also miserable diaosi. The same sky, different dreams, determine what they obviously are not. They have their own difficulties in facing the ideals of love and friendship. No one is superior to anyone else, and no one is more unfortunate than anyone else. Those things they have been looking for, in the end, they find that they are the burdens that others are desperately trying to get rid of. So, for young people For them, what is worth pursuing? The story has no clear protagonist and no exciting plot, but its inner unity always runs through. The ordinary bursts out with the extraordinary that cannot be concealed. There is no tragic fate, only a helpless life...
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