Ning and Shu have always felt that liking someone is probably a troublesome thing, and liking someone for a long time is extremely troublesome. The iron tree blooms once every ten thousand years, and it should be a grand event, but I never expected that it would be dull from beginning to end, faster than a gust of wind.
I haven't thought about whether to give a happy ending or not. After all, the reality is really not happy at all. If you are afraid of knives, avoid them.
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