It's the white moonlight in front of the superhero's bed
It's the cinnabar mole in the heart of the knight-errant prodigal son
It's the blade, it's the honey, it's the love of the world
They are ordinary people among all living beings
Are thousands of flashy forgotten people
It's strange, it's nothingness, it's abandoned by the world
No matter who it is, you and him are just a dream away
How far is the so-called dream away?
PS: A collection of various short love stories, some sweet and sad, some frivolous and grumbling. If you don't like it, don't read it. I'm obsessed with the comic, so I opened a separate comic. In the future, I will throw all the short story collections in the comic. Only martial arts and British and American comics will be included here.
Intention: Let's fall in love