Xu Tai's past is as dark as Moss.
Plated on the cold riverside, hidden in the cracks of the bluestone slabs.
Bone spurs of inferiority sprouted from the seams of her bones, her flesh and blood contained an empty soul, and her back was covered with gloomy and heavy moss.
Someone said she had no heart.
When she was pushed away by the light, the moss on her back fell off, and the bone spurs of inferiority and the empty soul had nowhere to hide.
She withered in the sun.
The wind scattered the strawberry seeds, and a strawberry bush emerged from her chest. The bone spurs were dissolved in the fruity fragrance. Her empty soul was full and plump. She was caught in the passionate pulse of strawberries, running and blooming.
She grew moss again, tough moss.
Without roots, it grows with the wind, and can weave an oasis in the desert.
Hot moss flows in her veins, gathering in her heart, and gushing out hope. She is moss, the moss whose vitality is condensed into substance.
And the strawberry bushes grow silently all over the world, sinking with the moss under the attention of all things.
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*This article is purely fictitious, please do not confuse reality.
*Ooc What's mine, the bomb belongs to everyone.
*Main kth.
Intention: The Mood for Love will never end.
