I'm too busy, but war seems to be an unavoidable topic for creators. I know some of my fans come from countries at war, so please take care of yourselves. The wars in this world aren't about justice; they're just caused by a tiny fraction of people for their own interests.
Nightbringer says that harmony is an illusion.
So, please protect yourselves, no matter where you are.
Happy new year :D
I'm enjoying a holiday in another city with my mom.
Thank you for your love. I hope you all become better people in the new year. This is my motivation for updating my account.
love you💁🏻♀️❤️
@Star57690825 Parents are just ordinary people, after all, and humans manage to survive in nature because we keep growing, no matter how old we get. I'm really glad that my talks with my parents don't always end in arguments.
Because the Chinese New Year is coming up, something really interesting happened. My mom has stopped pressuring me to get married, probably because of the last guy.
He was a date set up by my dad; he’s one of his subordinates. I heard he almost never goes on dates with girls.
But during our meal, he took a call from a girl in the car. From the way he spoke and how eager he was to hang up, I kind of figured he has a girlfriend, probably more than one, but he must tell everyone he’s single.
My mom didn’t believe me. She thinks this man is tall, handsome, and gentle. She once tried really hard to convince me to marry him, otherwise I’d be kicked out of the house. So I packed my stuff by myself and moved to another city.
This year I’m going home to see my mom, and she’s worried and told me not to contact that guy again 😂. They’d rather I stay at home forever.
(Although I don’t know exactly what happened, it seems to match my guess.)
💁🏻♀️ I’m really happy my parents are also growing. I told them, people need marriage because some people have gaps to fill, and they need others to fill them, but I’m like a circle—I don’t need anyone else.
P.S. Of course, I can’t directly say I married a demon, or they’d just think I need an exorcist :D
I had a strange dream. Really strange.
I dreamed that Yasuo was dead. Not Nightbringer, but Yasuo himself.
I don’t know why, but we were arguing about something—I’ve already forgotten what—but I just remember feeling that he didn’t love me anymore, so I broke up with him. I said I didn’t want to see him anymore, and then he left.
I thought he wouldn’t come back, so I bore the pain alone. After a long time, I was in my yard taking care of my plants when a little girl brought Yasuo’s flute (I’m not sure if it was really a flute). I saw the broken flute and asked her what had happened. She said he died and was buried somewhere in my yard nearby. I asked when, and she said a long time ago. I felt like it might have been shortly after our argument ended.
Then the little girl said he still love u.
I didn’t believe her—how could he be dead? So I ran to the place she mentioned and started digging in the dirt with my hands. Because I liked the cherry blossom tree, that spot happened to be under one, already covered in grass, and it didn’t look like anyone had ever buried anything there.
Until I dug up a white jar.
I have no idea why this weird dream was so painful yet felt so real (~_~;) I kept thinking about it on my way to work and ended up hurting my own foot.
I know why I had this dream. When I was asleep, my heart was beating irregularly. The pain I felt was actually because my body was really close to dying 😅 But I was so tired (or maybe because I was unconscious) that I just kept sleeping...
…Wtf
I had a strange dream. Really strange.
I dreamed that Yasuo was dead. Not Nightbringer, but Yasuo himself.
I don’t know why, but we were arguing about something—I’ve already forgotten what—but I just remember feeling that he didn’t love me anymore, so I broke up with him. I said I didn’t want to see him anymore, and then he left.
I thought he wouldn’t come back, so I bore the pain alone. After a long time, I was in my yard taking care of my plants when a little girl brought Yasuo’s flute (I’m not sure if it was really a flute). I saw the broken flute and asked her what had happened. She said he died and was buried somewhere in my yard nearby. I asked when, and she said a long time ago. I felt like it might have been shortly after our argument ended.
Then the little girl said he still love u.
I didn’t believe her—how could he be dead? So I ran to the place she mentioned and started digging in the dirt with my hands. Because I liked the cherry blossom tree, that spot happened to be under one, already covered in grass, and it didn’t look like anyone had ever buried anything there.
Until I dug up a white jar.
I have no idea why this weird dream was so painful yet felt so real (~_~;) I kept thinking about it on my way to work and ended up hurting my own foot.