A catastrophe broke the marriage in the previous life. A bowl of forgetful water, longing for relief, it is difficult to put it down after all. Since then, we have never seen each other again.
We met on the Naihe Bridge. So, how about renewing our relationship in the next life?
The broken red thread wraps around your and my wrists, serving as a medium for encounter.
PS: This article is a short story, a story I wrote before. I can't help but want to post it (^_^)
(Finished. I would like to reiterate that this article was written by a sudden inspiration when I was in junior high school. The writing style is childish and the plot is clichéd, and the timeline may not be connected. I just wrote whatever came to my mind, just for fun to pass the time. If you don't like it, don't criticize it, you don't have to read it.)
Ahhhh, I'm so excited, I've buried a hole (although it's very shallow). Why did I dig so many holes in the first place_
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