Ever since I experienced a series of inexplicable dreams, my life has become like a vulgar third-rate horror novel, covering everything, including but not limited to - ravings in an upside-down space, human sacrifices in chaotic time and space...
What is equally chaotic and sad is my love life. People I probably like slightly are quite cold to me. They not only ignore me, but also try their best to avoid contact with me.
He's not Zhang Qiling, who is spoiling him?
But one afternoon when I was temporarily blind, he read to me word by word, his voice was light and gentle: "Reed" is easy to break, "rock" is hard to move, I am very sad, "Easy to break"
Wei, every time in life, when the wind blows, they all lower their heads. However, after the wind passes, they stand up again. Only you can make it bow down forever and never give up the hope of standing up again. "
Text third person
The flower language of Platycodon is hopeless love
Purpose: Growth requires Xiaoqiang's will