I hope...
The finger cot on your broken finger is my color
It seemed that that area was not a place of shame, but a small pine forest, a small forest where he, the fox, could run wild and hide.
There is passion, desire and life there, it is his gentle hometown
When Qin Li was falling into the lake, he saw Xu Yisong jumping on the fence and jumping down in his direction.
When he jumped down, their eyes met. There was no fear or panic in his eyes, only determination and a little red fox.
He thought: Is this person stupid? It's just a dog, just a dog...
He thought: He cannot be allowed to die.
He thought: It's over, he's done, he died in the hands of this kid.
Then he was put into a thin chest and sank into the lake together.
Can be cowardly, narcissistic, candid and passionate about love, slightly off-line, fox attack × depressed, deserted, cruel to others and even crueler to oneself, slightly autistic and reclusive
Reunion after breaking the mirror, attacking amnesia
Intention: The so-called love should not be regarded as stealing