Too bad... You actually used MARK in such a perfunctory way today...
And the meanings are different! ! !
You have perfunctoryly tolerated our red-blooded hearts...
Wow, QAQ has such a good beginning, why can't it be filled in?
It's good to sprinkle some soil QAQ!
Why is it gone? T^T
Why is it sad (?д??)
Is there no master who plans to fill the hole? Will definitely support you :-O
I came back and took another look, but I still didn't write anything.
Good looking. Ah, so touching. . .
I really want to see this. . . Ah. . Ah. .
How should I put it? My writing style is very low, but I really have some ideas. If you are still here, please reply to me...
Sometimes people are always envious of those they cannot have, but they don't know that they are envious of others. Others may be envious of themselves. My footsteps are eager to wander, but my heart wants to land. People always have many, many unsatisfactory things. Really, I don't know what I am talking about. I always feel that there is sadness in the adult's clean writing and longing for hope in despair. It is so contradictory, but it is also extremely comfortable. I like the author very much.
是青春懵懂时期很喜欢的一本书，现在再看也能在字里行间感受到作者流露出的温柔以及对人生的热爱，很希望可以看到后续，愿望可能比较难以实现，但在另一个世界，他们一定在好好的生活着！
I really want to see the follow-up😭
Too bad... You actually used MARK in such a perfunctory way today... And the meanings are different! ! ! You have perfunctoryly tolerated our red-blooded hearts...
Wow, QAQ has such a good beginning, why can't it be filled in? It's good to sprinkle some soil QAQ!
Why is it gone? T^T
Why is it sad (?д??)
Is there no master who plans to fill the hole? Will definitely support you :-O
I came back and took another look, but I still didn't write anything.
Good looking. Ah, so touching. . .
I really want to see this. . . Ah. . Ah. .
How should I put it? My writing style is very low, but I really have some ideas. If you are still here, please reply to me...
Sometimes people are always envious of those they cannot have, but they don't know that they are envious of others. Others may be envious of themselves. My footsteps are eager to wander, but my heart wants to land. People always have many, many unsatisfactory things. Really, I don't know what I am talking about. I always feel that there is sadness in the adult's clean writing and longing for hope in despair. It is so contradictory, but it is also extremely comfortable. I like the author very much.