(Generating electricity for love, I don't like to enter by mistake, just because my birth name is Fei Jia, so I use Fei Jia as the copywriter at the beginning, but in fact there are many other characters. Put the lid on the pot and run away jpg.)
Dear Fedya, I love you.
Like a bird whose wings were voluntarily plucked, it closed its legs and perched on the thorns.
I love you, so I have no illusions from the beginning, step in without hesitation, let your ideals entangle you, and your thoughts turn into shackles. What I fall in love with is not your tenderness that succumbs to ideals, but the soul that is imprisoned on the far shore.
I kissed the back of Fyodor's hand gently, "I am willing to devote all my loyalty to you."
That's weird——
——I am not an overzealous cook like Ivan.
Although my confession to you is all true, you, a piece of shitty rice ball, deserve to be persecuted and still have to be persecuted.
How could I volunteer to become that blood-red nightingale for my lover? I thought with a smile.
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Hope to meet you again, hope to meet you again. ——Tian
(I started this article to have a sweet (probably?) Love with my life, so I will follow the author's own tone, and the characters will be close to the author's own personality. The timeline is probably a bit messy)
[No V, there are fanfics of other characters that the author inserted because of laziness]
(The author's other account is at half-dimensional @, where updates will be faster (maybe?))
Second edit:
A serious text does not mean that the text is serious. It is underworld literature. Run away!
Intention: I hope to meet you again, I hope to meet you again.