Willow branches on the moon.
A few drunken people walked out of the tavern, cursing and walking into the darkness.
Not long after, several continuous muffled sounds were heard.
The night returns to silence again...
The next day, a shop owner got up early in the morning and rubbed his eyes. Before he woke up, he saw blood smearing from the crack in the door.
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"Finally, are you... Back?"
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In the blink of an eye, the beauty is gone, and the heart has been there for several years.
The glory is still there, but it is no longer easy to embrace the spring breeze.
Let's have a little chat:
In fact, I was originally going to call this article "Overcoming the Tribulation or Failed", but I think this title is too cheerful, and it is not literary and artistic (fuck, in fact, I don't think it is more literary and artistic, quack, quack)!
Important points: I am not good at writing, so this article is tentatively BE and 1v1.
Mmm~
Intention: Go round and round for countless lifetimes, but in the end it's all in vain