It's just that when I was young, I had a glimpse and hated myself for the rest of my life.
Upon hearing the news of his death, Meng Ke's hand holding the cup trembled slightly.
The car window slowly rolled down, and those deep eyes seemed to gather starlight.
Silently silent in every silent memory.
Maybe it's been a long time since I last saw him.
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There are many warlords and the war is raging.
I wish he could have a prosperous life again.
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"Can you give me a piece of jade?"
The ninth year of the Republic of China.
Meng Ke's expression was indifferent, his green and black Confucian shirt was casually draped, and his hands were rubbing the rough jade in the shop.
One hundred years of Chinese history.
His warm fingertips lightly touched the skin of his neck, with a gentle tenderness:
"Do you like the jade you want?"
Xiaosaoyiqing, 1v1, attack and suffer.
Su Shuangwen~
One day, I was sleeping on my stomach during recess and had a long dream. I dreamed that my name was Meng Ke, and then I experienced this story.
I have hesitated for a long time and wanted to write it down_(:з∠)_