Mo Xiao met a strange person by chance. He always said strange things, but he understood Mo Xiao very well.
"Have we met before?"
"I've seen you in the future."
It was the first meeting, and it was also a reunion. It was not until later that Mo Xiao understood what Jia Qingsu meant by reunion.
"I want to see your features again."
"Only your smile stays in the spring mountain, and the branches are blooming as time goes by."
"I have seen the fall of a Messiah whose eyes were as beautiful as those red ambers."
What would he do if the world was going to end?
Every inch of bone and blood is remembering for him——
Those unspoken thoughts have already grown into tangled vines in the blood.
Even if time smoothes the edges, the moonlight hidden in the cracks of the bones,
I will still knock on the door of memory late one night.
Note:
1. Perspective
2. It may feel a bit like a dank male ghost at first, but it's not actually (?)
3. Updates are slow, usually on holidays and holidays.
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