Writing these stories also happened by chance. At some point, I suddenly thought of it, so I just wrote it. Life is so short, and I really want to tell a good story, so this article may have come in a hurry. "Twelve" is actually just a series of short stories within the overall background of the story. It can also be regarded as a foreshadowing for what follows. I hope I won't be disliked. Due to the author's academic stress, the update is very slow, sorry for that.
Once upon a time, the plum blossoms were blooming in search of the snow soul, but the two places were in danger of meeting each other. Three feet of green silk curled around the fingers, and the flowers and fire broke into pieces when I looked around. Dragons imprisoned in the five lakes seek to overcome difficulties, and the six-fold brocade hates the cold water. In July, the flowing fire sleeps lightly in the summer, and the eight-sided long heart becomes a night flower. Jiuzhou is in chaos and desolate, and there is silver frost, but ten miles of pear-shaped people are still alive. Eleven thoughts bind my life into a cocoon, and I will grow old with you in twelve days.