I have no so-called youth. All memories and the long road of life are stagnant at a certain point in the distant past.
When I got here, I occasionally wanted to look back, but I was afraid that if I turned around, the road in front of me would disappear.
Once, someone smiled at me tenderly and told me at the same time:
"Your life is meaningless."
In the past, I shed innocent tears over this, thinking it was how cruel it was to be abandoned.
Later I realized that when he left me, it was equivalent to me abandoning him.
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I want to write a story about an ancient tomb.
The interlayer of light and shadow, the story of walking alone, the secrets that have passed through the vicissitudes of life... Are so tempting.
1V1, super slow heating. The author's writing style is green and his imagination is surprising. If you don't like it, don't read it.
And, this is not a pleasant story = =