Wen Tu, just two words, is Xu Sui's calamity.
You don't realize it at first sight, but you will fall into it over time.
I tossed and turned at night, as if possessed.
Rainy season, daisies, black clothes.
It symbolizes secret love and parting.
It's a pity——
Daisies are reborn year after year, but we can no longer embrace the past.
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I have thought countless times: It would be better if I didn't like Wen Tu.
However, things backfired, and love continued like a surging river until death.
I am pessimistic by nature and mediocre to the extreme, how dare I have——
Such a dazzling young man.
Intention: Tsunami is missing, Xu Sui has been thinking about it for eight years
