Qin Fei remembers every kiss on the battlefield that smelled of blood and gunpowder smoke. For the candle bearer at the end of civilization, death is just a grand relief. At least before he stops breathing, he still has a chance to hold Xiazhou Meng's hand.
"We can meet again, and we will meet again."
"Good morning, investigator, today is the 3843rd day of bidding farewell to the golden age. Security Without Borders will tell you the time."
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The dead are nowhere to be found, and some wounds will never heal, but we can embrace each other. What a luxurious happiness it is.
Qin Fei × Xia Zhoumeng
Logisticsman in the quarantine area who escaped his past × self-isolated field investigator
warning:
1v1 (√) Possible mutual attack (√) Who doesn't have a love rival yet (√) Semi-empty (√) Anyway, no one is watching, it's better to be scolded (√)
Weekly dove man
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Прекрасное Далеко, не будь ко мне жестоко
Intention: Is it such a big deal?