"What is despair?" Storm whispered in my ear.
We had just met when Xiaonan asked me. I didn't take it seriously, I just felt desperate that I had been pulled into the storm.
Is there anything more desperate than this? The infinite loop, the manipulator observing secretly, the despair of a glimmer of hope.
But later when I thought about this sentence, I realized that the despair in front of me was far more than that.
"Xiaonan, Xiaonan, can you tell me who you are?" "They say you don't exist at all!" I asked her pitifully like an abandoned stray dog.
"Do you really exist?" I humbly prayed for an answer.
[Didi——The next storm is coming——]
So what is accompanying me, or am I just a lunatic.
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Lin Yan: "Why are you so afraid that I hate me? Don't you want to know?"
Xiaonan: "I will protect you, forever, forever, until the storm is over."
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This article is written in the first person, opening a small account to write about Lily. The writing is not good, but the imagination is very big. I hope Haihan.
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"Chenyue, what you see when you wake up in the morning is not only the ghosts, but also the moon that has not yet left. If we go out, let's watch it together."
Intention: I believe in you as much as I believe in myself