Short and medium stories/not v/fate update
Pampering female star × professor of literature/pseudo bone
Copywriting of this article:
I was drunk and asked Jiang Yingxun if he loved me.
He never spoke, so I could only clearly see the moon that was missing a hole that night. One end of the moon's red thread was tied to Jiang Yingxun, and the other end was not me.
I acted wildly, and he finally cut off the red thread, along with a severed finger mixed with flesh and blood.
Jiang Luchi, you broke your promise.
He said.
Where did I break my promise?
A few years ago, I pointed at Jiang Yingxun's face and said I will never love you again, but I still fluttered my wings and fell into his flames.
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We seem to be at the bottom of a pond, walking from one moon to another. ——Wang Xiaobo
Demining:
1. Third person of the text/be
2. The word "broken fingers" in the copy is false.
3. If you don't like the sour taste, please exit.
Intention: Love is thousands of rivers and mountains
