I never got along well with him for more than a few days
I intercepted the telegram.
The bullet also missed deliberately.
Love makes people weak, making them less human and ghosts.
I love him and wish he never knew.
Epistolary, be
first person, short story
Inspired by "Winter of the Nineteenth Year of the Republic of China" on Station B. The editing is very good. If you are interested, you can check it out~
Intention: Love in the Republic of China, ten tears and nine sorrows