In this youthful sacrifice where inferiority is sacrificed, every scrape off of the correction tape nurtures a mandala in the mirror universe. When the wind blowing from the wedding dress begins to roll back, the fossilized cicada wings on the edge of the blackboard eraser suddenly flutter. Mu Ranran finally sees clearly - the wedding ring on the ring finger of the Yin family member is the crystallization of her tears that was lost in the magnet debris.
At this moment, the draft paper of destiny is being slowly torn into pieces by four proofreaders.
When the correction tape begins to restore itself, will she still have the courage to correct that summer filled with sour lemon flavor?
Intention: Those withheld love are looking forward to the answer given by the Möbius strip