London is a paradise where cruel, passionate and desperate stories are staged.
Ding-ding-ding-ding, the bells are ringing, like a sneaking cat, tick-tock, raindrops are ringing, and the people under the umbrella are whispering softly. The girl sinking in the water gradually became dull, swaying, and drifting. Deep in the lovers' dreams, each other's faces gradually distorted, and then sank, sank, and fell into the clouds. Flowers named blood bloomed in their eyes.
In this paradise, who will be next?
Author: Lalala, hello everyone |?ω?｀) Actually, I originally wanted to write a long novel, but I was too lazy, so I can only write short stories like this. I wrote it completely according to my own experience. The writing is very bad, so I will update it as I see fit. This article is composed of short stories. Some short stories may be very long, with dozens of chapters, and some may be short, with only a few pictures or even one chapter. Each story is not closely related, but it is possible to connect them together.
PS: The short story in the introduction is inspired by the song: Onomatopoeia Glasses
Intention: Written for fun