I don't believe in eternity
But I believe in memory
The traces of memory cannot be erased, just like the color of glass...
Therefore, I will live with the memory of having you.
No one can be you and accompany me through those prosperous years.
As a result, the vague memories were imprinted in the water, becoming increasingly clear and transformed into traces of the end, a fixed picture...
God, it makes me feel so literary. . . Just ignore it everyone...
Below is the copy. .
How did Sister Lin die? She fell to death.
How did Han Xiaozhu die? He was beaten to death with money.
Han Xiaozhu carefully scanned Fan Jiuyin, who was less than six feet tall, up and down, then put her face in front of him with a smile.
"Young Master, it is romantic for a person with capital to be cool, but for a person without capital, it is vulgar to be cool..."
Remember, this is not a plain text, but a plain text.
The writing is bad, the sentences are wordy, the plot is dragging, and the connections are excessively bad. . .
The advantage is that I am very self-aware and I have written out all the shortcomings of the article. I welcome your comments!
I am not an architect, so I refuse bricks.
Thank you for your cooperation