The Bible of secret love is that it has built a cage to trap me forever.
The seasons changed, and what trapped me was never the Rose Bible, nor the sudden rain that day, but the umbrella that did not belong to me.
Fortunately, you like me.
It's a pity that you don't love me.
Fortunately, I belong to me.
Intention: Regret
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I feel like they shouldn't end up like this
I thought I could write this chapter about how exciting the battle is, but instead I ended up writing a bunch of little things like little bubbly little plums. It's so scary. These two little things ( )
I feel like they shouldn't end up like this
I thought I could write this chapter about how exciting the battle is, but instead I ended up writing a bunch of little things like little bubbly little plums. It's so scary. These two little things ( )