Write Your Dreams, and the Rain Will Bloom
提笔追梦会开花的雨
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 67k Words
- Genre
- Romantic Youth
- Subgenre
- Campus Life
- Updated
- 2y ago
- Source
- Qidian
Synopsis
32Chapters
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119Recs
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Don't call me an epileptic toad anymore. I've become a regular person. I'm the Frog Prince now.
Everyone will admire strength, either themselves or others, but you will not do that at all, because His Majesty is already the strongest in the world!
Love is when you look at me, all the starlight penetrates my heart, and I bet there are no bullets in your gun.
Marry love or marry reality
Who cares📢Who cares📢Who cares📢Who cares📢 I care📢I care📢I care📢I care📢
Winter melon grows in summer, why is it called winter melon?
When you arrive at the station, you have to get off the car and someone will naturally take your vacant seat.
Suddenly, I discovered that I have many advantages. I can play with a smartphone, breathe on my own, eat when I'm hungry, not only know how to run home when it rains, but also hold an umbrella. There are not many mature women like me.
🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹
In this snowy night, with purple hair and red eyes, she stood alone in the cold wind. The bow is gentle, but who knows what's on your mind? #WinternightThoughts#