Must be happy.
Night
Black roses bloom carefully among the lawns.
It was dark, so I couldn't see their faces. But you can feel the care of leaning against each other and the lingering warm fragrance.
No one knows how difficult the process is.
Who is right and who is wrong?
In fact, they did nothing wrong at all.
Smiled and looked away.
Said, must always be happy forever...
Yes, short story, Qingshui~~
. . . Cry
I can't write copy
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