The entangled feelings are like long silk threads.
If you keep cutting, it will become messy.
I said, if you let go of your identity, if I can be more committed, I will never look back. . .
So, can we not pass each other by each other? . .
However, there are no ifs in the world. . .
Jade is originally a cold thing.
After keeping it close to my chest for a long time, it became warm jade.
And am I the warm jade on your chest?
I am dependent on you and will never leave you. . . . .
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Mr. Cat's soliloquy:
It seems like no one is reading~~~~~~~
Could it be that my writing is really that bad~~~~~~
Hide in the corner and draw circles~~~~~~~~
Hey~~~~~~
The first time I wrote a novel, I was sent to the border. . .
Sigh and drift away silently~~~~~