A warm, serious story with a happy ending. Probably.
If I were Menalcas, I would take your right hand and walk with you for a while. But your left hand would never notice.
Once we were far from the city, I would let go of your hand at once and tell you: Forget me.
André Gide, The Fruits of the Earth
I wish this beautiful dream would never end.
Harry, close your eyes and listen to me.
The road ahead...
You have to walk it alone.
There's nothing here.
He said.
Silence was the only answer.
You cry out in the wilderness, but no one answers, even when your voice is hoarse.
It was a pleasure to meet you, sir.
The real you.
...I think the only person who would put a troll in Hogwarts is that idiot Quirrell.
But I'm glad you're still alive, Professor.
What are you doing here?
Perhaps it wasn't that they had no ulterior motives or no ideas of their own. It was simply that their paths had been set long ago. Too late for regrets.
Maybe it's because Hua Li is writing several articles at the same time, It's a bit messy...
I can't tell either. . .
Although I didn't understand it, I still spread the flowers and the writing is good.