Short story
The sound of cicadas is the grandest symphony in summer. Every gust of wind seems to remind us of this warm but short golden time. ——"Wu Sheng Knows Summer"
His world is a frozen ruin, and in her palm there is the warm sun that melts the frost and snow. ——"Frost Rain"
"The wreath of lilies of the valley she weaves never waits for the person to wear it."
"Can gods die too? Under the scorching sun, no one answers."
"The gods who listen to dust eventually return to dust."
——"After the god disappeared, I met her sister"
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Jiang Yanning: "You are as bright as a star, but I don't want to be your dark night."
Luo Chenxing: "Yanning, I hope you can live in peace for the rest of your life."
Even though the night will eventually swallow everything, there was once such a person who was willing to burn out his own light just to warm his last cold journey.
——"I don't want to be your dark night"
"Flower" represents the perishable beauty, and "moon" symbolizes the unreachable companionship.
Even if we know it is an illusion, we still need this warmth to survive. ——"Flower Moon Virtual Mirror"
In the distance, the lights of the city flow like a river of stars. Each one is like a soul that has been shrouded in darkness but still chooses to shine.
"It wasn't until I met you that I truly understood - love is not eternal, but you can choose again every day. And I will choose to love you again every day."
——"Forget"
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When Watano woke up again, the world was still cold and the cherry blossoms were still blooming.
But the girl who broke into her world with a strawberry fortune and a warm smile will always remain in that afternoon full of fire and despair when a thunderstorm was approaching.
And that undeliverable farewell, that truth buried under the cold order, was like the deepest mark, engraved on Watano's heart, and became a cold shackles that Watanying could never get rid of.
It was not until many years later, under the colorful fallen cherry tree, that Watano buried the pendant with his own hands, and finally delivered the farewell tenderly. ——"Liu Li Snow"
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☆☆☆I wrote several chapters for each story, but I didn't publish them all. So it may look a little strange in some places.
Intention: It's like guarding a moon that doesn't shine, but feels that it is warmer than the sun.