That year, Mengji Company was booming.
That year, someone was flourishing.
The flame of the eighteenth birthday is swaying gently, and the family gathers together to have fun.
Gu Qingyi thought and thought.
It will always be like this in the days to come.
Yue'er almost wants to fall asleep.
It was a quiet early morning and everyone was asleep.
The blurred back disappeared into the night, a few words, a silent farewell.
"Thank you for raising me. It's unfilial to be a son."
"When the gardenia blooms again, I will come back."
Gardenia blooms every year, and my thoughts are hidden every night.
Birds sing in pairs on the branches, but there is only one solitary person in the huge room.
The voice of the soul seems to be getting empty.
"Qi Nuo, the big liar."
"I clearly promised to come back and eat the gardenia cake I made myself."
The flowers are drunk with snow, and the flowers are dripping with blood.
"Beast! Shameless! Despicable!"
"You promise me you won't disturb that family!!!"
The surveillance screen was shaking, listening to roars, knocks, and gaffes.
Dark areas flooded the main control room, and fingertips were tapping leisurely on the armrests of the chairs.
The door was broken, the alarm bell blared, and the red light flashed. Blood stained the man's face, showing a bit of sneer.
The smoke is silent and the desire is deafening.
With his bug constitution, Qi Nuo breaks into the dream world, resists assimilation, and rescues the bound soul.
Save souls? Whose soul?
Worldly desires melt the ideal barrier.
They ran wildly on the way back, trying to find a perfect ending.
Pry into the consciousness hidden in the corner, and reveal the secret behind the back.
The waves of emotion are secretly spreading, and the sand and gravel feel the surge of forbearance.
"We want to go home together."
"Well, let's go back to our home."
Sizzle...
This time
[To achieve ending one, or ending two, or ending...]
The undercurrent of water is turbulent, greedily covering the remaining light in the dream.
Qi Nuo×Gu Qingyi
The second part of the cool year × the first part of the romantic year
Intent: Can we really embrace the so-called reality after escaping from the world of dreams?
