Pure white, pure white.
The heavy snow in the sky was about to cover the top of everyone's head. The thinly dressed woman opened the room for the first time and began to consult.
Step by step, spinning barefoot in the snow.
She wandered in the depths of the street, like a ghost returning from a midnight dream.
Like a nightmare at night, the city fell into a deep sleep.
The dead branches all around were wrapped in heavy snow, endlessly.
The mask on the roof, the black cat singing a strange song, the werewolf covered in moonlight...
He was holding a white violin, and his smile was weird and heartbreaking.
Was the whole city dreaming, or did I never wake up?
There is an elegant bouquet of wintersweet standing on the table.
On her Christmas birthday, Nan Chu received a letter from a year ago, from her husband who had been married for one year: Xiao Chu, I disappeared.
Not leaving, but disappearing.
She suddenly looked at the handsome man typing on the keyboard in the bedroom.
If he disappeared a year ago, then who is the man in the room now?
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