Due to personal reasons, you may have to wait two years before updating again. Please move to the new work "Sweeping Life and Making a Corpse"
The writing style of an elementary school student may not be able to write the big scene in my heart, so I will make do with it.
The encounter in the woods was unknown whether it was accidental or planned.
It's like a game, very illusory, but very real.
The God of the story Himself stepped down from the high platform, set the sun, and perished with the night.
Like a wild goose flying south, even though there is endless coldness and abyss beneath its feet, it still has no hesitation in welcoming the lover it has not seen for a long time.
Regardless of whether the results are good or bad, they are all scattered like dust.
Purpose: cherish the present moment