CP once said that if you are obsessed with the end, you will miss a lot of good things.
What has an ending is a story, what does not have an ending is life.
In fact, the third chapter was also coded, but the manuscript was lost.
Goodbye everyone!!!
I like perfume, and one day I suddenly had a dream about perfume. I posted it on the Fragrance Bar. At the suggestion of a bar friend, I wrote that dream into a story. Thanks to my friends who encourage me and my best friends who provide me with motivation to write. The following is a post I made in the fragrance bar at that time... It started with a dream about a female corpse with bright red lips and a beige dress. Her limbs were folded at weird angles and placed in the shape of a puppet. The blood was drained and filled with perfume-double-faced peony. Then a bunch of police came and conducted various inspections (I can't remember this part clearly), and then a bunch of people discussed why the perfume appeared. Some said it was based on the smell analysis, and the flower language of the name BALABALA... At this time, another corpse appeared. It was pressed in the perfume and suffocated to death, but I can't remember what perfume it was. The hair was tied up, wearing a crown, and the expression was very ferocious. It seemed that she was holding something in her hand when she died. Based on that object, the police found a shopping guide from Seve Sometimes the time of the perfume does not match the time of this article. This is just a novel, so I don't want to go into details.