Zhang Xin no longer believed it was such a coincidence that in another city there was someone who looked exactly like him whom he thought about day and night.
He was in a trance. He was obviously... Dead. Did he come back to see me?
Strong, under the year
Nervous and naive, Northeastern Dazizigong × irascible and bad-tempered, occasionally sensual composer
There are so many people in the world, but you just want the flowers in the mirror. There are so many flowers in the world, and you just want the flowers in the mirror.
Intention: Don't be obsessed, don't be delusional, don't let others become substitutes