Introduction
"A moth spends his whole life just for a ray of light, taking risks." Moxi sat next to the stove and softly sang the proud sentences of the country poet, and threw the firewood into the small broken stove.
Vika, you are my beam of light. I am willing to risk my life for you...
(Because it has been published on, this article has been locked for a long time before it is released. The names of the people in the article have been changed. If you encounter asymmetry in the names when reading the article, please follow the instructions: Doveka=Wika, Merci=Moxi, Xindi=SINDY, Dopplers=Lesi, etc. ^0^)
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Reader comments
It feels very good, although there is no love, but this is good
It feels very good, although there is no love, but this is good