If You Are Reborn, You Will Be Spoiled. the Eldest Princess's Male Favorite Can Fill the Schedule.

Book review When I finished writing the last word, my fingertips were still slightly numb from typing on the keyboard, as if I was holding a handful of tenderness that I didn't have time to disperse. I always feel that good love never breaks through the southern wall with great force, but like the two of them in the story, they slowly get closer amidst the fireworks in the city, and rub the fine tenderness into the morning light and evening breeze. I wrote about them looking at each other across a street, about holding an umbrella together on a rainy night, about those heartbeats that hesitated to speak and cautious temptations, all in an attempt to describe the heartbeats that are closest to life - no bloody misunderstandings, no deliberate pulling, just two ordinary people, slowly understanding each other's thoughts over time. To me, this text is a love letter to ordinary gentleness, and I hope that those who read it can feel their own softness and joy between the lines.