Maybe it's fate, maybe it's a chance encounter. That trail carries so many memories.
High school is made up of endless test papers, and youth is made up of passion washed over and over again.
In the willow wind in the abyss, he met his own light. Under the shell of a big sister, there was a soft heart.
People go to the swing to hang out in the moonlight, horses stop and the willows hiss in the wind
Swing Moon × Willow Wind
——Crispy fried milk
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
