This article was written for a certain cat dad named Ah Mo. One day I chatted with him about his trip to Longxi. Mo said he liked "The poor bones by the Wuding River, just like the people in the spring boudoir's dream." This article came about.
I wrote it procrastinatingly, and it felt like it started but ended, but I finally finished it, haha, I finally made it into a resentful woman.
This is a story about waiting...
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