I once thought that was salvation, even if it was a delusion, it didn't matter.
Later I learned that the so-called day will eventually end.
The sunset and the morning light were separated by a whole long night, which she could never overcome. The light never took pity on her.
Everything is just a delusion.
However, I am willing to indulge in this delusion all my life, chasing your figure and becoming your afterglow.
Even if you don't exist.
Dear Xiaoxi.
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