I have wandered through every street in Mocheng and seen every peach blossom beside Qishui River. If life keeps moving forward slowly like this, I should have no regrets when I turn into a dead end.
The first time I saw him, he was smiling slightly. Against the background of the splashing mountains and rivers in Mo City, he was wearing a white robe and picturesque eyebrows. He was slender and straight, like a fairy in the mountains.
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In this world, some people laugh, some are sad, some fight for their ideals, and some die for love. Some people light lamps in the dark, while others put them out in a hurry.
I seemed to hear his voice. His voice, as clear as wine, seemed a little hoarse at the moment.
Meng Chi shouted: "Wan'er——"
Lovingly, gently, like every love word he ever said.
I smiled. I, who have never known what tears are, laughed out loud.
The peach blossoms outside the window faded, and the dead branches of the tree lay in front of me in a strange manner.
(Scumbag, sadistic love, first person, slightly sad)
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