The late smoke rises into the world like dust, and turns into smoke and drifts into the sky.
"The more delicate a rose is, the more delicate it becomes, and it will not become a rose."
"My Ayuan, I will bless you, and I hope you can love me in the next life."
Short story BE, double unclean
[This article will be considered to be a rebirth chapter, and there will be no extras]
Intention: Love is endless but dissipates in smoke
