That year, the lights were dim, which was the origin.
That year, Shizhang was soft and red, but fate was destroyed.
In the end, love destroyed him and him.
Is this life of self-blame and guilt the price I pay to repay you?
Love has been deep since ancient times. And I can only grow old with lovesickness.
Who loves whom? Who doesn't love whom?
Description: Short story, first person, Danmei, Republic of China style.
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1. 1V1 The character's views do not represent the author's views. Please do not promote the author.
2. Abuse
Intention: Missing each other but not staying together