Library

"I don't care about your heart, my kiss Tired of my debt to replace the one you love At this time, my heart fell like a flower. Suddenly my vision lost its color I know you are also not good at expressing your feelings Imagine your love, weaving lies and slacking off The sweet shot actually fell down like falling flowers From then on my life turned into dust" --"Bridge of Tears" by Wu Bai The outlet of love is tears, and the link between sincerity and sincerity is the bridge of tears. When we look at each other, no matter how unpleasant the words are, they will all fall back into our stomachs. Just looking at your face makes me feel disgusted I hate that I think I'm wrong It's obvious that I sincerely rely on you and that I'm obviously in love with you But we are all equally taciturn and emotionally reserved And the way I love you is called giving in So tears became the only bridge connecting you and me My tears are in front of you Never represents my weakness For this reason I sincerely hope I am overflowing with tears for you It's not my blade that hurts you Not everyone is you no one can be me only me For you thousands of times

Legend has it that there is a rare gemstone that can feel bliss when worn in the heart, but the skin will fester because of it; if it is discarded, the soul will dry up and wither in endless mediocrity. As a result, the wearer indulges in bliss, loses the touch of reality, and festers from the skin to the soul. Those who stay away seek stability, but lose the edge of perception, and their souls fade in silence. For two thousand one hundred and seventy days, I wavered until you looked at me too.

He shook his head, suppressing the illusion and sourness, and his face returned to its usual gentleness. Step out of the library and step into the dense rain curtain. Shuang Walong's cheerful figure was waving in front, and her laughter was clear and clear, penetrating the sound of the rain, like music coming from another world. Yince walked towards her with a smile. Behind him, the heavy door of the Library of All Beings silently and slowly closed on its own, locking the unfinished prophecy and all the secrets of the coming storm back into the darkness filled with the fragrance of spiritual wood. And in front of him, Shuang Walong's smile was blurry and bright in the rain - that was what he was about to use up everything to protect.