In the beginning, I miss the time when we struggled together. Blood cannot cover up failure, and struggle cannot cover up cruelty. When we have grown up, those days of hard work can only be used for verbal expression and understatement. There are a few people who can persevere and believe in their love for tennis. . . . . .
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
