After all, something has been lost. Like a night of fireworks, in the end only memories remain, and even the evidence of existence has disappeared. It was as if I was looking for him in the crowd, but you looked back suddenly in another dimly lit place and missed him in the end.
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Weiming Ruoyin's relatively later side story…
The rhythm of Xiaobai and Ruoyin BE
Intention: