The breeze blew the girl's skirt, and the girl's charming voice gradually faded away in the wind, "Okay, okay, I will be good."
The sun shines through the branches and fills the ground with light shapes, blazing and warm.
Under the mottled shade of the trees, the young man stared at the retreating figure, planting a seed called envy in his heart.
Later, the seed did not grow into a big tree, but instead blossomed into a strange and dark flower.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
