An Xiaonuo does not represent me completely, but we have a lot in common.
Actually, I don't know her very well. Mu Qianyou is just her in my memory.
This is a story about us
Our growth and youth
Our bitterness and sweetness
our laughter and tears
I'm used to the feeling of having you around me
now
Everything in my world has become so quiet
empty
All that's left is one without a soul.
Body
(The article is absolutely true. Although it did not happen to me, I felt sorry for that girl. After writing this article, I cried... It was very plain... But... But so sad...)