A paper plane flew across the sky, looking up at the clear blue sky.
It turns out that everything we do is self-righteous and self-determined, and then we return to the starting point.
Qin Yuan clung to the glass door and looked at the sky above the tall building. Shen Yi quietly held his hand. It was difficult to distinguish between warmth and coldness.
Familiar smiles, familiar intimate movements, familiar details, and the familiar stillness of time. . .
It turns out that I have been standing still, standing still.