The sky is far away, the sky is vast, and there is sparkling white snow everywhere. He comes on the snow. She imagines a thatched house, a copper stove, a pot of sake, a bouquet of peach blossoms, a person, a love, holding a piano and a sword, and red sleeves adding fragrance. The relationship came just in time, but he suddenly became completely different and rejected her. She could not let go of her unwillingness and obsession. She waited for eight years, and the initial emotion grew sadly. When she gave him her first and last kiss and decided to let go, she was misunderstood by her fiancé. He would break off the engagement and indirectly kill her best friend. Is obsession an immortal ideal or a source of pain? Perhaps it is a fate that cannot be escaped. But he said to her: At that helpless age, what could he promise her and what could he fulfill?
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, look at it
This book is so well written, I hope I can continue to write more!
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The writing is great! I hope you can keep up the good work!