Su Moyan never thought that she would exhaust all her youthful enthusiasm in games.
When she remembered these things later she could only smile, as if she were an outsider.
But there are always some memories that stick with me, as clear as if they happened yesterday.
If time can still be picked up, she wants to put the fragments of memory back together——
Maybe spell out different colors. Even if it is not beautiful, at least it will be colorful.
A cup of wine with peach and plum spring breeze, and a light in the rainy night in the rivers and lakes for ten years.
Great God, are you okay?
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