She Is from the East

Every piece of clothing picked up on the ground was a dazzling reminder of last night, and the second smell of perfume seemed to linger on the tip of the nose. She left nothing behind. She couldn't find anything. All she has left is memories. She only hid the ring. "Take it off. The ring on your left hand hit me." She remembered. These were her last words before the fire spread. - Lin Yu allowed himself to be emotionally exiled. Savor the expanded senses carefully, push aside the strong emotions to see what the cause and effect is inside, and finally cover it up hastily. She kept staring out the car window. Look at the deep blue of the evening. Watch the scenery whiz by between the boxes. Look at the traffic that stops and goes fast. Consciousness is being pushed forward. Between the chaos of reality and fantasy, she blinked and realized that she was completely defeated. It's strange. At this moment, she absurdly said to her in the fantasy: What should I do, I love you. - I traveled to Dongshan, but I couldn't return home. I come from the east, where there is zero rain. I return in the east, but my heart is sad in the west. - Bai Meng x Lin Yu Author's first article Read carefully Purpose: Cherish the people in front of you