GL short story collection
Hey black tone, baskets of little poisonous cookies
A birthday gift for my silly friend. Her birthday is October 3rd. I want to be a happy little angel forever. (Actually, she is just a big bitch, ha)
Fortunately, although everything is like dust, you are still like a star in my heart.
The years are quiet and good, I can only rejoice that the moonlight is still moonlight, the breeze is still a breeze, and the world is still a world.
"Silly girl, I hope that one day you can forget me and find someone who really likes you and can be accepted."
"You fucking fart... I love you and it has nothing to do with Feng Yue."
Ps: Alas, the above literature and art are all farts.
Ps: In fact, this is a collection of silly essays about letting yourself go.