He closed his eyes heavily, and then pressed his index finger back suddenly, but it was very difficult to move it every minute, as if he was pressing on a mountain. Cold sweat seeped out from his forehead and rolled down his sharp-edged face, leaving a water stain like a tear trail.
It seemed that he was crying for her.
It was his fault or hers, but after all, there is nothing wrong with love. It's just that they met in the wrong era and fell in love with the wrong identity, so they were destined not to have a happy ending. . . . . .
Xiaoyaoyu: This is actually a side story, but because the main text is too complicated to write, I post it as a short story first, hoping to stimulate myself to write the main text.
Online game writing, BG, women chasing men
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