Back then, I thought time stretched on forever, and that someone would surely walk beside me, that life would be filled with flowers.
Looking back years later, I finally understand how reckless and headstrong those youthful ambitions were.
We made it through all those treacherous paths together, carrying lanterns every step of the way.
Knowing that longing brings no reward does not keep me from loving recklessly through my sorrow.
In the end, this tale of losing our way had nothing to do with guiding anyone across. It came to a blazing finale, then faded with time into a distant memory.
Hello. Good night.
A school story, partly lighthearted and partly dark, clean romance, slow-paced.
An earlier draft was published under the name Qi Li.
Well, that’s that.
- -I have always been patient...
Look at the sky and wait slowly.
Why do I feel that as we write, we begin to engage in literature and stream of consciousness... Plot, plot, plot - where is our plot... Speaking of which, my mother is reluctant to turn on the air conditioner for me - - I can only turn it on at 30 degrees until I go to bed at night - so be content...
Damn it, here I come~~ Do you understand "Nan Enzi"? That is "daughter". . =_= I remembered this topic. It has nothing to do with ferrying, it does look familiar~~ Don't stay up so late all the time. From now on, I'll read the posts you post during the day, but I won't come here if you post them at night (especially midnight)~~ Speaking of which, I have almost forgotten what the plot of this book was. . =_= I will review when I have time, or just "learn" new knowledge here~~ Well, that's it. Kiss, hug, rub and throw them down.