I always feel like there's something missing between us, it's not love or hate. It's time to slowly steal every little thing between us. I want to do something, but I don't know where to start. The description in words is the weakest. It cannot engrave all the beauty in my heart, but I still decided to record our story, so that when I recall it next time, there will be only a black hole in my head, as if there is something, but also as if it is nothing. She is my white moonlight and my yearning for all the good things.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
