——Hydrangeas and roses are intertwined and blooming all over the mountain, white clouds hang low, and the forests are dyed.
Their lives began in the sea of flowers and were buried in the sea of flowers.
Dongzhi said that she had been cold all her life. Being born during the winter solstice, spending an entire childhood in the coldest place, and finally being engulfed in fire is not a bad ending.
"I hope she can live happily, even if the cost is to forget me forever."
Mo Wen said that she was rarely so impressed by a place, but it was different there, or maybe it was just an extra figure holding a camera. She wanted to see the man tilt his head and smile again.
"It turns out that there are really people who can make people happy just by standing there and smiling."
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"——I sincerely wish." The young girl's voice became hoarse in the boundless fire.
Someone was pushed into the endless lake and sky on the other side, but his pale eyes were suddenly filled with overwhelming anger and despair.
"I sincerely hope that you will never think of me again."
Intent: A quiet and romantic story.