An Xiaotian said: Yan Chen, please let me look at you like this. No matter who I become or where I go, I can always recall your appearance as vividly as before.
Chu Yang was lying on the ground, holding two fragments in his hands, motionless. Two handwritings, two styles. Chu Yang on the left and Yan Chen on the right.
Yan Chen, now you can paint again. Pick up your pen and draw me drowning in the sun! I just ask, Yan Chen, please give me my heart back. ——Wu Shan
Since you will not fall in love with anyone, then, Yan Chen, please allow me to love you. ——Qin Xiao
I could see the threads on their hands and feet.
Just puppets.
As the line jitters, make different postures.
Yan Chen looked at his hands and wiped them on his white shirt childishly.
My hands are also full of threads.
However, controlling others.
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