~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~. Chu Xiao. Xia Xiao.~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~﹡~
The first ray of sunshine in early summer has not yet penetrated the room
The surroundings are already dark and dull
Only a trace of sad and soft words reached people's ears
"Ziwu, hug me... Hug me again..."
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Wrong love or betrayal
Cowardice or true love
Everything just comes down to the vague misunderstanding
This is how it should be
Desolate and cold, quiet and profound
Intention: