Seven years. It really is a long time.
I still remember you looking up at me, your face smeared with dirt, your eyes full of fear.
I still remember you trembling as you reached out and carefully wrapped your hand around my index finger.
I still remember leading you by your soft little hand down that bustling, brightly lit street that seemed to go on forever.
I still remember you bravely standing in front of me, spreading your arms to shield my back.
I still remember your tear-streaked face as you stubbornly said, "It doesn't hurt."
You promised me a lifetime of tenderness.
But I repaid you with a lifetime of sorrow.
Please, just like you did seven years ago, listen as I tell you our unfinished story. Hold my hand tight, and walk with me to the end of this street.
The Cold War is not over yet, An An has begun to commit suicide again, will training be the next step? 2333333
I don't think it's the same, mainly because Lan Xihan's sense of presence is not as good as Momo's (needless to say, pia ps: maybe I'm too slow￣￣), Momo is very cute.
He said he found a door, why did I think of a dog hole? Orz
Where did Qian Qian and Feng Ye go?
The copywriting reminded me of Hint gl. . .
It's very interesting. The main character really hit my cute point (≧▽≦)
I can never win in my life╮(╯▽╰)╭