People always miss the past when they lose it. The throbbing accumulated over the years becomes overflowing at that time, like a warm and grand fireworks, and then turns into little flashes of fire, making people miss.
No matter how long it takes, midsummer will always be midsummer
You are also the person I will always like
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This is just an outline. I plan to revise it again later. The specific time will depend on when the next door, Private Thoughts and the Fleeting Time, will be finished~
Intention: Intention to be added