The scenery in his hometown seemed hardly changed.
But she was the one thing missing.
Feng slowly walked through the place where he had lived for more than twenty years. It was as tidy as it had been when he left.
Feng suddenly had the illusion that he could see Bai Mingya sitting in a chair, serving him a bowl of rice and saying somewhat awkwardly, “It’s my first time cooking, so even if it doesn’t taste good, you still have to eat it.”
When he came to his senses, there was nothing there.
Feng only smiled, unsure what to say.
A birthday story for Ya, though I kept putting it off for ages...
Feng’s BG [Is it really Feng’s, though?!]
So, just like Ya, I’m hopeless at writing blurbs...
Theme:
Ouch~~ I cry every time I watch it. . . . . . . And every time I listen to and watch it along with "Su San Shuo". . . . . . . Cups
Bad Silver - - It made me cry. Sorry. . . Let us downstairs grieve together. . . The tragedy of Hongguoguo!! The dishes are being washed there!! Tears
This is the kind of person Shangzi-san is [Tea
Cup~~~~~I'm so full of pussy
Tsk, it is indeed a very light comedy. Shangzi, when you said the words "light comedy", did you feel a chill on your back, huh?
Spurting blood~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ So, what exactly did you get stimulated? If I don't torture you for once, you'd be so panicked, right?
Holy shit! This is the cup of Chi Guoguo! I even cried! I really cried!
Could it be a tragedy along the lines of comedy...
... It would be better to die... Hurt... So cruel!!!!!
Why... Why... The congratulatory messages you wrote are so sad...