It wasn't a tattoo or a birthmark.
Such a flower, as bright as blood, with petals as delicate as butterfly wings, wraps around the neck and grows deep in memory.
Since there is an afterlife, why should we care about it? The afterlife is like a dream, and a dream is like a withered flower. What was left in the end was just a gauze dress from the past, a dance step, and a forgotten smile.
I thought I was just a spectator of these past events. I thought there was only one late love affair in my life called Lin Yan. I thought Du Heng would always be waiting for me... In this world, wishful thinking is the most tragic thing.
Spectators are reduced to protagonists, secret love is lost, and the end of the corridor is empty.
The development of worldly affairs is always unsatisfactory.
If you see a person who looks pretty good, whose expression is sometimes proud and sometimes indifferent, who scratches his forehead with your fingers when he is embarrassed, then please help me tell him that a girl he once scolded as a bit heartless has finally figured it out, and now it is very difficult to find him.
The warm city talk has been completed, ahem, please poke it if it's cute and cute. Well, it can be considered a companion piece o(*￣▽￣*)o