This isn’t a story you can breeze through. If you don’t have the courage, read no further.
You can throw bricks at me, but please explain why. I won’t accept ridicule for no reason.
This isn’t a particularly innocent love story, but it has a very beautiful atmosphere. If you don’t believe in love, read no further.
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The gentle sunlight, rare at this time of year, filtered through the thin mist. It lit up the loneliness in the air, spreading across a street abandoned by the bustling city long ago. After a long, low crawl through life, Yu Min began to look back. It was a lonely, flamboyant, and utterly real existence.
Across the vast universe, the sky was clear and the earth still, pale for thousands of miles. A woman with a pale smile danced as her long black hair streamed in the wind. Her peerless face, slender figure, and graceful movements made her hair fly wildly, like countless daisies in bloom. Beside her, a man of unmatched elegance plucked his strings and sang. Dance! Dance! Dance!
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The author's writing style. . . . . The disadvantage is that you are writing for readers. . . . . . . . . . . Only you can understand this kind of article
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I feel that the author is more suitable for writing prose than novels, and has more sentences to express emotions than to advance the development of the plot. . . . . . .