Here we go again—back in the chaotic orbit of Haoyun and Yuxuan, as if gravity had a sick sense of humor.
This was a story I stitched together last year, a half-faded painting, and now I’ve decided to drag it out of the attic, dust it off, and rewrite it before the moths chew through the metaphors.
(I hope atleast one of yall will like their story ((ヾ(≧皿≦メ)ノ)) )