ZeroPrologue
I once picked up a cloud on the green wisps of Xian'e's tears.
She was dull, timid, and mute. After being raised by his hand for five hundred years, her hand gradually gained tenderness.
In a fleeting moment, I felt more and more that I owed her a lot, so I restrained my temper and got along with her day and night, and I really developed a different temperament.
Throughout the year, there are flowers blooming during Shu Festival, tiger drums and thunder in Pinellia, red maples in autumn, and cold and crisp kisses in winter. She has been sitting by the river, her eyes are full of clear blue falls. In the tears of Xian'e, she is among them, taking care of the fleeting time that I love.
Motto: Maybe you are not lucky enough, but there are thousands of people in this world, and there is always one who is in tune with you.