The world is a scam, life is a show, the real me lives in your pupils. ——"The Truman Show"
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Cold Thorn Jasmine × Fishing Style Lazy Bones
The precursor of plum rain is spring rain.
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The plum rain was crackling underground, the air was humid and hot, and Shang Lin's house was as cold as an ice cellar.
With a click, the door was opened.
Jin Shaowei turned up the air conditioner to 18° and dragged Shang Lin up who had been curled up on the sofa for five days.
- "Didn't you say it's over? Didn't you just ignore me?"
-"Let's see if you're dead."
It rained for six years.
It's Plum Yellow Shiyu again.
Jin Shaowei broke into Shang Lin's home again.
-"What are you doing here again this time?"
-"Let's see if you still love me."
Intention: The real me
