The young man stared blankly out of the window. There was a shrill drizzle outside the window. He couldn't help but think of the dream he had just had. The young man dreamed of the person he most wanted to see.
"Master, master, I'm hungry," the girl in the dream said shyly to the boy.
"Little demon, what do you want to eat?" The boy said softly, stroking the girl's soft hair.
"Grilled fish"
"Master, master, I want to eat grilled fish."
The girl blinked her eyes that were as bright as flashes and looked at the boy. She held the boy's left hand tightly with her softest part and shook it gently.
"Little fool, let me take you to eat grilled fish."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
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One morning, the protagonist got up and slapped his face. . . Then. .
One morning, the protagonist got up and slapped his face. . . Then. .