The casserole warms up

The casserole warms up

It's been five years. Think about how fast our days are. We know each other in love with each other. That should be the place to study. In winter, after the afternoon class, we sometimes went to the small restaurant downstairs to order two casseroles. He likes instant noodles. I like fans. He robbed me and I robbed him. He finally let me. When you're done, you warm your heart and warm your heart. When I miss it, I cook a pot. It tastes a little different, but it still does.