Hair Like Snow

To borrow a passage from Lulipi. On the floor, the white-haired Doctor Yang opened his eyes. Before opening his eyes, there seemed to be a red light on his eyelids. He saw it, that one in red. She has been here. For many years, no other article has moved me more than Yiliang's books. Simplicity and complexity coexist, thrilling but not absurd, just like my feelings and love for them, which I will never tire of.

Oh my god... I finally finished reading my favorite book from seven or eight years ago, One or Two Baby, I Love You...

So is it be? Wow wow wow wow so sad

I finally found this place. It seemed like yesterday that I was hiding in bed and watching Yang Luoxue's white hair with tears streaming down my face, but in fact it has been six years.