In the setting sun, the sun is setting in the west mountain.
We seem to be being chased by someone, chasing the wind and the moon, even the scenery at dusk has become more and more boring, oh no! Maybe it's humans getting boring, not twilight.
As for me, I looked up at the setting sun. The setting sun was still the same as when I was a child. It was still beautiful, but I still couldn¡¯t tell. For some reason, at this time, my heart was empty, as if I had been caught by it. As if hollowed out, I opened my mouth and wanted to yell out, but I found that I couldn't say anything. This wasn't sadness, but almost sadness, and I lowered my head powerlessly.
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Sometimes, on both sides of the street, there are many small shops of all kinds, as if to say, come and see me, come and buy me, some shops have customers in, and some shops are empty.
I just stood outside, looking at the scenery and people, doing nothing, but for some reason, I was very happy, as if I bought it, that's it, that's it. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com