I decided to move to Douban and stop updating here. The title of the book on Douban is "Write a Clichéd Love Story Seriously", with the same pen name, and will be updated this Friday. I hope all my relatives and friends will never leave me. These days, I feel that the posting experience in Jinjiang is not very good.
Gu Yao closed his eyes and saw that the two people he met in two winters were drowned in the heavy snow. The ravine of ten years seems like a world apart, and two equally blurry figures cannot overlap. Memories tumbled and intertwined in reality. She walked slowly and shallowly in the snow. What hung on her eyelashes was melting snowflakes or hot tears.