Everything has its own rules, and I also have my own persistence. The wind blew her hair, and she thought of her again, the person she hated most and the person she loved most who never left her hand, the person she loved who smoked and drank. Two days seemed like a lifetime to Congyu. Will there really be any repercussions for remembering her? She has become her. No one is waiting, but I miss you so much. Peace every year, even if you never see him again.
Purpose: Documenting emotions