Quan Zhilong walked slowly in the soft sunshine, his eyes were full of tenderness, and his body was covered with a heavy warm mist. He looked at her from a distance with a familiar passion for life that seemed like the Mediterranean.
She was held in the palm of everyone's hands, but she didn't recognize him. He could only look up in the dust. She left for no reason, and he could only nod indifferently to show his understanding.
Love isolates people and pulls them together. Love is intoxication, watching, illusion and dissociation.
But, because of you, everything is so natural.
In fact, this is a matter of re-encountering a one-sided first love, then finding a goddess, and then finding out that's all.
(There are no false updates, because sometimes I only write half a chapter and complete it the next day, so the number of words in each chapter does not exceed 4,000, so remember to read it the next day~)