A road, no matter how long it is, has only two directions, the joy of coming and the sadness of leaving. She walks away with sadness, and will eventually come with joy
Announcement: Dear little fairies and big girls, I know you want to do a side story, but you can't do it recently. Because you are busy with personal affairs and have limited energy, and you never want to be perfunctory about writing, so I can only say sorry.
(Realistic, don't enter if you don't like it, thank you)
The sequel to "Meeting You on the Road" is being archived
Please click on the column for literary waste - Tong Yan
Suspense essay "Dear Secret"
"The Music and Songs Are Not Ended" by the Republic of China
Blind Worry's Essays "Looking North to the South", "Starlight Romance" and "Cultivation to Perfection"
Silently set a flag: If I change my name again, I will be a puppy!
Conception: