My Days as a Composer at Blue Star
About This Novel
This is my third year in Blue Star. I am still an orphan, still struggling in the mud of life. The sun cannot shine through the airtight wall. I stand under the wall and look up. My despair is smeared by the night. I want to leave. Until a heavy rain fell from the sky, and the patter of rain mixed with the hustle and bustle of the city pierced his eardrums. He passed by the rooftop with an umbrella. He said: "Do you need an umbrella? My umbrella is quite big. How about giving it half to you?"
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Official(1)Scraped 4d ago
Such a delicate description, but I don't know why, but I always feel a touch of sadness, but I still look forward to it.
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Community(0)
Official(1)Scraped 4d ago
Such a delicate description, but I don't know why, but I always feel a touch of sadness, but I still look forward to it.
