The clothes were fluttering, white and black intertwined, Merode stepped forward and hugged Caius tightly, the biting coldness enveloped him, his chest as hard as a rock made him desperate and relieved, and the cold floral fragrance penetrated his nostrils.
Under the silver moon in the sky, the raven from hell and the holy white dove of the temple hug each other closely, regardless of each other. How ridiculous.
You are the last rose in my barren land.
---Neruda
You are half of my poem, no one is allowed to change a word.
---Haizi
Tips:
· The plot is very procrastinating and contrived, so be careful! !
· Readers, please treat him as an illusion. I have little talent and little knowledge. If I write completely according to the background at that time, it will be difficult to express my inner thoughts.
· The setting is that Merode and Caius have known each other since childhood.
· An extremely sloppy short story, a short story!
· Warning about poor writing style and lack of logic. The content of the article involves a lot of memories, and the original male protagonist may have a lot of tricks in his mind. If you feel uncomfortable, please exit in time!
Intention: Intention to be added