Some people would insist on waiting for the last leaves of summer to fall, but I can't because they remind me of the whole tree's previous lushness. I will stand in the middle of summer with a smile, slowly waiting for summer to pass through my hair, and slowly waiting for summer to caress my face. You think, Xiaoya, where should we go?
I thought: Those disappearing years seem to be visible through a layer of glass, but they can never be touched. Until one day the glass in my memory shattered, and I could only squat down, pick up the fragments in my life, kneel on the ground, and put them together piece by piece in my memory.
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I'm currently writing The Legend of Sanctuary.
So write down the sword disc and put it away!
Friends who like it, please understand~~~~~
The sanctuary has entered the final stage!
I hope everyone will be satisfied with the wonderful ending~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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