· < Short story > ·
The wind suddenly rises from the brow
The wind brings madness, the wind tail becomes gentle
There are traces in the eyes. Small circles are pretty, big circles are sexy.
I touched my heart again and was startled. The second queen will always be there.
Think of me
The love of the old year dances gracefully, the hands are intertwined, the warmth of the first kiss, and then the ignorance
I turned around and turned my back on him and found you.
· < Completed novel · "Hui Hui Gu" > ·
· < Completed novel · "I don't want to be as quiet as before" > ·
· < Completed novel· "Songs of the Ming Dynasty" > ·
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Intention: Too much pain, too much happiness, only then can life be impermanent and ordinary.