The white-haired girl I met when I was young stirred something in me, as though we had been apart for a long time. The sorrow in her eyes seemed to accuse someone of something, and I couldn't forget it…
We talked of heaven and earth, of the past and present,
And spoke of love, of two hearts that knew and trusted each other.
When I grew up, I traveled far and wide to seek revenge. Then, during a chance encounter, I took a little girl with me. Though she seemed like a burden, the moment she first smiled at me, I could no longer let her go…
Your tenderness is written in my eyes and between my brows,
Leaving me with endless, endless, lingering affection.
Sorry to read the article now~ˇ Not bad~ˇˇBut the sudden switch to first person after the prologue feels a bit sudden~ Just like Axi~ I think it's a pity that you don't write about Feng's time travel~ˇ
I came to read the article, cheers~ Speaking of coffee, why don't you try writing about style?