
Gentle Disorder
by Writerev3i0v
About This Novel
That summer, the wind blew through the roof, and the sound of the piano fell into the dusk light. He sits in an unfinished melody, secretly liking a quiet name; She hid behind the wind and repeatedly checked a certain figure with her silent eyes. A borrowed guitar, a sudden rain, a dialog box that refuses to hang up-- All the small encounters are like stitches stitching together each other's broken hearts. But gentleness never means obedience, but a secret twist of fate. Pushing two incomplete people quietly into a warm chaos. Someone spends a whole period of youth walking into another person's story. Some people can't say "I like you", but there is light hidden in every little move. --"Gentleness and disorder are the softest sighs I make when I am close to you."
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