Moving forward step by step, I feel that I am getting closer and closer to the reality...
But found out that they are just chess pieces in a chess game, true and false, false and false...
What is love, what is hate, and what is fate? Maybe it's just a mirror image.
The mottled bamboo sheds tears and the flute sighs, intending to return the flowering period to Weiyang. Hard to find in the end, old love.
Ps: This hole has been dug, and the author must fill it. However, coding relies on inspiration, so it must be updated when updated. I hope all readers will proceed with caution.