Shen Yu always felt that Yi Lian was like the Old Summer Palace he had visited. Even though it was ruined and desolate everywhere, he could always catch a glimpse of the boundless romance of the past from the delicate and indistinct dark-grained rocks that were either worn or dissipated.
Yi Lian felt that Shen Yu was the day he had never known, and he himself was undoubtedly a dense night, lonely and frustrated, living by some traceless things. He asked himself that he was not a moth that chased the light, and the little love he had left was wasted in the dark wall. But every time he ran into the day that he knew did not belong to him, he always wanted to reach out, but he quickly put it down after touching the warmth.
As for the endless flow of day and night, but the day will always come to you, Yi Lian may understand this truth, but may resist it.
The world-weary face-controlling little angel is attacked by the itchy and fleshy little sun
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