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You Are Unconscious in Life
Short Fiction你是生命里的不知不觉
Windmill And Shore
Lin Liang is not pretty, but she is not ugly either. In Ou Li's words, it would be a pity if he didn't strike up a conversation, and he wouldn't take it too seriously if he did strike up a conversation. He has been following through on this. Ou Li and Lin Qing did what most couples would do, but they were not lovers, they were just acting. Acting to get rid of the "girlfriends" he didn't want to deal with. Ou Li played the role affectionately but never put his heart into it, and Lin Qing played the role so affectionately that no one knew it was true.
Lin Liang is not pretty, but she is not ugly either. In Ou Li's words, it would be a pity if he didn't strike up a conversation, and he wouldn't take it too seriously if he did strike up a conversation. He has been following through on this. Ou Li and Lin Qing did what most couples would do, but they were not lovers, they were just acting. Acting to get rid of the "girlfriends" he didn't want to deal with. Ou Li played the role affectionately but never put his heart into it, and Lin Qing played the role so affectionately that no one knew it was true.

The Landlady is a Little Warm
Short Fiction房东小姐有点暖
Windmill And Shore
Wen Liang liked painting and a slow life. Later, she fell in love with A Li who had the stars and the sea hidden in his eyes. Ah Li liked to play the guitar and be quiet. Later, he liked the warmth of his smile as gentle as the morning sun. That day, the sunlight slanted through the window sill, forming a beam of light that fell on the floral tablecloth. A Li put one hand on the table to support his face, looking at Wen Liang who was seriously making a cake for him, and suddenly smiled softly. He said: "Wen Liang, you really look like my wife like this."
Wen Liang liked painting and a slow life. Later, she fell in love with A Li who had the stars and the sea hidden in his eyes. Ah Li liked to play the guitar and be quiet. Later, he liked the warmth of his smile as gentle as the morning sun. That day, the sunlight slanted through the window sill, forming a beam of light that fell on the floral tablecloth. A Li put one hand on the table to support his face, looking at Wen Liang who was seriously making a cake for him, and suddenly smiled softly. He said: "Wen Liang, you really look like my wife like this."