Someone said. The Ferris wheel is for being with the people you like.
It only exists across the sky, slowly.
The color of the sky. Blue.
The happiness of the Ferris wheel is as high as the sky. Vast
The happiness it brings us is a slow, quiet and stable happiness.
So close, yet so far away.
We've been working hard. Try to get closer to happiness.
Happiness as high as the sky.
The Ferris wheel did it before us.
So.
It has become the embodiment of our happiness.
PS: This is a pretty simple story, without too many heart-wrenching plots. The heroine is also a very ordinary girl. Although there is ambiguity, she is not NP. Because I am used to writing original works, I am not used to writing fan fiction, so the beginning of the writing is not very good, and the characters may be a little out of shape. If you are impatient, start reading from chapter 9 onwards. The background of the story is the story before the original work, and it is almost all original. Only the main line follows the original work.
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