Bai Xu met her first touch when she was 17 years old. The summer was hot and long, but the thumping that time was short and dim, a little indifferent compared with the sparks of fire.
An accident, a coincidence, an accident, gave rise to hope again and again.
A single spark can start a prairie fire.
But the sudden pour of cold water snuffed out the flames in the dream and pulled out the wick along with it. The melted wax is calm again, as it always was.
Lu Qiuze.
I promised in vain, no more.
Intention: The world exists because of you