Hydrogen burns quietly in the vagina, producing a pale flame.
Lin Fan had seen such a sentence when he was still studying. This has always left a deep impression on her, and she doesn't know why.
The so-called deep impression probably has some unknown reason. Just like that time, between the dazzling bunch of brown, yellow, reddish-brown smoke and white smoke and the fierce burning, she saw this sentence at a glance, and had no difficulty remembering it until now without forgetting it. Just like that time, the young girl who was immersed in a lot of chemistry notes, the beautiful eyes that she saw as soon as she raised her eyes, existed in her life for an unforeseeable span of twelve years.
Twelve years.
That is to say, a rewind, a reincarnation, a journey of time that cannot be traced back. From one person's eyes to another, from one kind of breath to familiarity with another, from short to long, step by step, a long, irreversible process that consumes the best years.
Burning quietly, glowing and heating violently.
Did you see it?
Would you know?