The plain flowers are blooming again, and their beauty has not faded, just in time to forget...
Forgive me for giving up and forgetting, because I am afraid that we who are immature cannot afford love...
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This is a story I have always wanted to write, about childhood sweethearts, youth and innocence, and the cantabile years...
The article will be relatively clear, and the ending will definitely be HE~
Those who like it hope to collect it and leave paw prints~O(∩_∩)O~~
PS: This article is currently in the process of sorting out the context of the article and saving manuscripts. Well, I will be sure to update it once I have saved enough!
Moulan slipped away slowly...