313 somewhere, maybe it will disappear)

In fact, Yin Zhou's memory has never been good, he has so many confidants, but now he can only remember very little.

But he still remembered how she felt for him.

Gentle.

Meticulous.

And that night.

It was already difficult for him to paint all the details of that day, after all, some things had gradually become illusory in the bumps of the long years.

I vaguely remembered that I had drunk the wine too, and then went to look for her, and he whispered affectionate words in her ear, sniffing the faint aroma on the tip of his nose, and the smell made him can't help but get closer.

The process was not very clear, and he only remembered that there was a soft cloud left, and he covered it, only that at the end she seemed to sigh softly, and then hugged him.

As for whether he was really drunk or fake, only he knew.

Delicate kisses.

The bridge of the nose, the lips, all the way down.

The surrounding flowers and plants are gently hidden.

……

Pity.

Since then, all the past has been reduced to fragments, appearing like a curse in the middle of every lonely night.

Cycle, repeatedly.

Never end.

"This game is too real" some words. I am hitting it in my hand, please wait a moment,

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