The man's roar and the sirens of ambulances coming from far and near were washed down by the heavy rain that night, and the mixture was eerie and sticky.
"Asi, don't love someone too much." These were her last words. Something seemed to be locked in the dark, piercing into the flesh and blood.
Until that year, when the autumn wind was raging and the summer heat had not dissipated, the young man appeared against the light, his smiling eyebrows melting into the spring pool: "The green partridge lives in the globulus, you are my special case."
The heart starts beating again.
Not too serious about studying Shen Gong × Contrast cute school bully
Everyone has their own light.
Concept: Everyone has his or her own light