"The thorns cling to my body, and they bloom into thousands of flowers, guiding us to the end in the tunnel of time."
A veteran cadre with dual personality/a direct sufferer of social bull syndrome. There are many innocent male attackers who write dog-licking diaries in their hearts.
The person who is blushing is Gong. Don't stand wrong.
I wrote it over time, and sometimes I didn't even know where the bugs were.
Infinite, insomnia will be updated
Intention: Will thorns turn into roses because of you?