I just want to write thousands of words, not just one sentence I like you.
Qiu Lin quietly glanced at his retreating back, and suddenly had a premonition that they would be separated by the world from now on.
The tacit understanding between people seems to be quantitative. It can even be said that those casual encounters are not coincidences in time and space at all, but are all deliberate waiting early in the morning.
This is not a mission, I am clearly inviting you to come into the house.
If it is sunny tomorrow, you will be my girlfriend.
Once upon a time, someone carried a red bean and dropped it in the mountains. It eventually became a giant tree in the wilderness, with a crown full of lovesickness.
No matter how many times you turn around, you will always come back.
Intention: If all the flowers and all the time will eventually fade away after their splendor, there must be something eternal to fill the countless black holes in life, just like the blood from the beak of a fine guard, and Zigui forgets to return.
