In my free time, I typed out a short story I had written before and added a few sentences.
A man and a woman have an ordinary urban adventure, one day and one night, and then they part ways and see each other again.
Men write fairy tales because fox spirits and flower demons are beautiful and do not need to be held responsible, while women write novels and explore love.
Love love love endlessly.
Love for one day, how much love is left for a lifetime to squander?
If you love a lifetime, can you keep your love in one day and condense it into love?
Don't call me pretentious, this is just a lyrical pond at a certain moment, a little shallow, I hope you like it~
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