Completed
The memory of Qi Huai in Song Chi's mind is like a book that has been sealed for a long time. Every page has traces of him, mottled and broken.
The locust tree planted in the yard was in its flowering season, and his brother Qi Huai seemed to be standing there, looking at him tenderly, just like usual.
"Qi Huai, I miss you. I promise this is the last time."
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The cold, affectionate and inexpressive alpha (Qi Huai) × the gentle and beautiful omega (Song Chi)
demining
The short story is quite sad. I wrote it a long time ago and it's not very good.
Intention: Practice your writing style
