Like morning dew, it will be more painful every day when it goes away.
My memory will be forgotten, but my body will always remember.
It's a winter solstice gift.
I have flesh and blood, I have private parts, and I can't figure out the camp. I don't write fighting scenes because I'm not good at it (beat me if you have the ability~). So it might be bullshit. The essence is still falling in love.
I just wanted to write that hugging scene after goodbye, but due to turtle hair and obsessive-compulsive disorder, I had to make up for the previous clips. Fragments may be slightly fragmented.
It's a short story, but it's also old-fashioned, so please moderately lower your expectations (?￢3￢).
In case there is no part 6, go to Weibo@propulo_ (search for "Ce Zang")
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