"A dull imagination flies high in my soul and blackens my heart, but I have begun to turn to—as the field turns to itself—the imperfect life of day."
——Pessoa
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When he was passionately in love, Lin Qifeng liked to hold Bu Ting from behind, fold his arms to embed the little girl in his arms, and lay his head on her shoulder to rub her gently.
Bu Ting kissed him quietly with her peripheral vision, watching the hair on her shoulders tangle with each other.
Many years later, the two of them faced each other in silence. Lin Qifeng lowered his eyes and took the note quietly handed over by Bu Ting. It was written in beautiful small characters:
My shoulders still remember the temperature of your breath.
Double innocence, primary school-style love
stupid puppy x stupid puppy
Practicing pen writing is not long and brainless
Intention: Bravely pursue love