What's the point of being chained like a canary until death.
Qiao Feng remembers a place like that, facing the sea, where the sea breeze would blow in the summer evenings.
Qin Nian remembered that there was such a person. He was like the wind, and the wind would always kiss his cheek.
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, turned his head and kissed him.
Yes, the wind is always like this, gentle, restrained, and unfettered.
How strange.
Yes, the fleeting time is always like this, with lingering and nostalgia, the fingertips brushing the tip of the hair, it is like catching a corner of time.
Qiao Feng&Qin Nian
Last year, 1v1, double clean
Concept: dark and warm