A story about friendship.
An Qing doesn't remember who she is, so why is she here? However, there is a voice in my heart telling myself not to believe in friendship and not to be kind to others.
Why does she look so familiar? Who is she? Who am I? And them. . .
You are the clouds in the sky, and I am the wind that blows you. We rely on each other, trust each other, and care for each other. Let us keep this friendship between friends forever! Just like the water in the river flows continuously!
This is a story disguised as the Internet King.