The blood foam from my previous life when I breathed out is still stuck in my throat. He clearly remembered that he fell on the top of a snow-capped mountain, with the broken blade of his long sword "Jinghong" stuck in his chest, and the wind and snow filled his ear canal with the ferocious laughter of his enemy. But now there is no sword cocoon on the wrist, and the cuffs of the school uniform are still stained with chalk dust from students on duty. The countdown board above the blackboard shows that there are 217 days until the college entrance examination.
New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing. I will try my best to tell every story!
