[Just wait for a gust of wind. When the wind blows, we will eventually embrace each other.
The dandelion was blown away by the wind, and my thoughts were carried by it to your clothes. That is to embrace each other.
Third person. Short story. Be. No prototype. Practice writing.
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Extra: It's not Lily, it's not, it's not, it's not...
Purpose: Oppose cyber violence
