All my life I long to be collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved.
Save me from shock, save me from suffering, save me from wandering around, save me from having no branches to rely on.
But that person, I thought, I always thought, he would never come.
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I was urged by my friends to start filling the soil again after three years.
Both my mood and my thinking are very different from what I used to be.
I just hope to write a beautiful urban fairy tale. The heroine, who is a bit silly and awkward, meets the person she is destined to be.