Chen Qiaonian was having a lucid half-dream.
I haven't figured out my own heart yet.
Chen Qiaonian would always hesitate, admitting that what an open-minded person said was just in the past, but he also thought that meeting by fate was fate.
But no one can save Chen Qiaonian's chaotic thoughts, which are trapped in an iron cage and locked with iron chains.
The eternal coward is how Chen Qiaonian defines himself.
Chen Qiaonian was timid, so he didn't tell anyone.
Chen Qiaonian, whose definition of friend is of great significance, regarded him as a friend.
Three days were enough for Chen Qiaonian to never forget one person because of other people's heckles.
The constant recollections in the chaotic time and space, and the dream when he was about to forget it made Chen Qiaonian cry so hard that his throat became hoarse. It seemed that he was looking at him, it seemed that he was passing by him, it seemed that it was his demeanor, it seemed that it was him.
Two idiots.
Intention: The end of writing will bring the end of reality