In his free time, Xiaoyou drank a glass of red wine. It tasted sweet, tender and delicious. It was indeed intoxicating, and it went down his throat with just a little effort. After waiting for a while, the attack started, and the face was already flushed, like a ripe apple! My head feels dizzy, my cheeks feel hot...
About forgetting, searching, about sadness and happiness, how did she survive in a strange world and how did she meet those people when everything started from scratch. Memory and forgetting, dreams and reality.
Ps: The beginning came out of my head, and the thoughts I had at that moment were just to express my temporary feelings. Do I want to continue expressing it? ... Updated purely based on preference.