Qiqi's head rested gently on my shoulder. A faint voice. "Jian Jian, it seems that half of our sky is missing, but fortunately, you are there!"
The first time Luo Qiqi said this to me, it made me realize that I was also someone else's god. What an irony. I can't do anything in this world except cry with you. It's just Qiqi, I didn't tell you that if our sky is really only half, then if your half is on the right and my half is on the left, then is it complete?
You know, even if I meet Leng Mu later, Luo Qiqi, you are still my Luo Qiqi.
The self who has been silent all this time meets love and the perfect him. This world is finally colored because of these people, no matter whether you are my passers-by or not. . .