The text is in third person.
Short article, the full text is saved, a few rounds are completed, the main and passive perspectives, OE, slight abuse, with a reversal.
An idea from a long time ago.
I fell in love with my brother's ex-boyfriend.
He loves my brother Wen Miao, and I love him.
So I lied to him and said that Wen Miao was dead.
He had to regard me as Wen Miao's only substitute.
He said Xu Nuan, can you play the guitar?
I shook my head.
He said Xu Nuan, can you let me see your back.
I shook my head.
He said Xu Nuan, can you lend me a cigarette for a smoke?
I shook my head.
Only Wen Miao can play guitar and smoke, and only he has a large tattoo on his back.
Every time I shook my head, he would sigh and sometimes cry.
He said Xu Nuan, I love Wen Miao.
At that time, he was lying on top of me, and I almost kicked him down.
"Perhaps only in the gap between reality and fantasy can we be together forever."
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Intention: None yet
