We are all travelers in our youth, wandering and stopping in our dreams. Those stories, torn open like wisps of cotton, settle in our hearts. Whenever we hear that the green plums in the south are ripe, we still think back to those days, to the understanding and shy smiles we shared when our eyes met. Now the season is ending. What about you?
The author is great. Did you remember to update >3<
The author is great. Did you remember to update >3<
The author is great. Did you remember to update >3<