Life is not just about love, there are many things worthy of our nostalgia.
Introduction:
"Oh, it's raining..." Through the glass, I looked at the rain falling outside the window, pattering.
"Beizizhu..." Someone seemed to be calling me. When I turned around, the dark room was empty. Only the icy cold wind quietly poured in through the gaps under the window eaves and spread throughout my body.
The phone screen glows with a faint light blue light, swaying like a ghost...
"Xiao Bei, I'm sorry..." The long-lost voice on the phone still echoed in my ears, "I just, just want you to remember me forever and ever..." The voice, with a hint of sobs, wandered in the air, intermittently, just like the trajectory of my life over the years.
Early works:
Highly recommended:
New beauty book
This book has been revised.
Conception: