I often heard in the past that love is an umbrella that suddenly falls in the heavy rain, it is the aroma of instant noodles that floats from the kitchen into the bedroom late at night, and it is the winter coat that is silently hidden in the mezzanine before a long journey.
Now it seems that love is just a dim light. It reflects the encounter between you and me in the wild world. The clouds, rain, and snow you took me to see are all as real as your voice, which always rings as promised.
Just this dim light has been kept for you for many years.
And your voice will never ring again——
Right?
(Tianxia3 players' diary style fanfic)
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