"The moon hangs brightly in the middle of autumn in Qingluo." Qin Qiuchou once stood under the moonlight and looked at Li Chao quietly.
He spoke this poem softly, and then said seriously to Li Chao: "So don't care about this name anymore. I rarely worry about it after I meet you, and don't think about the bloodshed anymore."
"We each take half to make a half-autumn moon."
Later, Li Chao asked Qin Qiuchou: "What were you thinking about at that moment when you felt your memory disappearing little by little?"
Qin Qiuchou just looked at him and smiled.
Thinking——
Where is my beloved flower? Can it never grow up again?
Purpose: No one is born perfect, but fortunately we can all grow up.
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I hope I can stick to it.
Don't give up, madam. You can publish it on some big V sites in wb, and then there will be more readers.