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INK, Xiaomoer's long comment

To be honest, this is the first comprehensive comic article I have read. At first, I just read this article for fun. But Mo Chen, your beautiful and smooth writing style and uniqueness

The plot deeply attracted me. I discovered that animation can also become so exciting.

Everything about Mo Hen is very distressing. Even after so long, reading this article again, I can still feel the lingering loneliness in this child. Even though there are so many guardians accompanying her now

Although she was around her, she still drew a line with them from the bottom of her heart. Fortunately, the behavior of these princes gradually influenced her long-frozen heart. This makes me very happy. Her indifference and calmness when facing misunderstandings,

making it impossible for us to do it.

After reading this article, I discovered for the first time that ink is such a distressing color. It is neither pure black nor mixed gray. It is a turbid color. When we spread ink

Towards the water surface, it will spread out like silk on the water surface and cannot be dissipated for a long time. It has already been imprinted in our hearts and cannot be erased.

Time flies, and when I look back suddenly, I realize that she, everything about her, has already been imprinted in our hearts. And when we face misunderstandings and difficulties, can we really be able to pick up and let go like her? The answer is hard to come by.

I don’t know, but I believe everyone already has the answer in their hearts.

I like this article, and I also like the black ink stains. Her calmness and elegance make it unforgettable in my life...

ink,

Unlike pure black,

Nor like mixed gray,

it is turbid,

But it can penetrate people's hearts unconsciously.

indifferent calm

It's just to cover up the already numb mind under the mask.

her world,

It's ink-colored,

Only ink color.

her three lives,

Ordinary, extraordinary,

The experiences of every life,

Is it destiny or accident?

We don't know.

I only know,

she,

Although not God’s favorite,

But it is a painting that can never be erased from our hearts.

this world

There are too many deceptions and lies,

I only wish,

That piece of ink,

It will never be stained by that pure whiteness.

sometimes,

Being too pure is not a good thing.

Maybe,

Ink is her eternal color.


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