The sunset is as red as blood, and a story is beginning.
Preface: I don't know if this world has given up on me, or if I have given up on this world and the sky is full of flying catkins, and I am confused and confused. I don't understand.
Introduction: One of them is called Bing, and the other is called Xie. Maybe they can't expect love, but they are just two people in the dark keeping each other warm.
Inscription: In June, the flowers on the other side are in full bloom, red and burning like fire.
The red dress among the gauze birches was like a giant, doomed to be entangled in this life for the rest of their lives.