Love is like cicada wings, thin and clear, charming but hard to feel, easily tired, but not necessarily tired.
If we kiss passionately before dawn, will we still be there when the first ray of light is shed?
There is room for redemption.
It turns out that everything is just a glimmer of light, and there will always be an abyss buried beneath it.
I am destined to be the one who falls...
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A story of twisted temptation and straight attack
I swear this article is a sweet article, and it definitely has a heart-warming theme.
All kinds of pets, all kinds of sweetness (don't believe the author).
Weekly updates or two to three updates a week.
The author fills in the gaps slowly.