"You want me to lose my liver and intestines, you want me to lose my lungs. You want me to be fascinated, you want me to be ridiculous, and you want me to be unforgettable."
Oe open ending
First person, campus literature
Demining: Scum Attack, not suitable for party control reading
Ancient products written many years ago, put here to make up the numbers
Immature little bun, I can't bear to look at it, all kinds of waste
ps: It's finished, sweet and sour, don't spray it if you don't like it, don't spray it if you don't like it, don't spray it if you don't like it.
There is no need to elaborate on the plot, the logic is dead, and the characters have no prototypes.
Intention: Regret
