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The pink figure standing in the Forget River Valley, with its neon clothes flying and its hem fluttering, seemed to be seeing something in its blurred vision. The blood-soaked bodies that fell to the ground once gave her endless warmth and joy, but now there was no warmth at all. She didn't want it to end like this, and she didn't want to be unable to see her again forever. She ignored the laws of nature, abandoned her personality, sealed her heart, and exhausted endless possibilities and opportunities to save her little bit of hope. But it turned out to be a trick of the sky. It turned out that he had come to her with his love a long time ago, but she never found out. She was heartbroken but also happy. She wanted to chase hard and start over, but unfortunately, it was too late.

... In fact, I think an introduction without an introduction is an introduction within an introduction.

Who is whose guest? Some people will become memories forever; Some things are past if missed; Some experiences are regrettable forever. It's you and me who are irreversible, it's us who look at each other beautifully! PS: This article is composed of many short stories. And they are different little stories, basically not related.