On the night after the college entrance examination, when Shen Shuyi reluctantly stepped into the party box, the strong aroma of porcini mushrooms was boiling in the copper pot. The memories of seventeen years old came up with the bubbles of mushroom soup, and were suddenly scattered by the cold wind seeping through the crack of the door.
——The shadow wrapped in the cold fragrance of cedar crashed in, and the tail of Zhou Linhao's hair was still stained with moisture from the heavy rain in June.
A blackened silver bell tied to half of the red rope was shaking between his collarbones, shattering the four-year-old ice.
[Note]: This novel has prototypes, group portraits, and a slow burn
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