The school rules say that if you fall in love early, "two people leave together," so the eight of us decided to leave together.
But fate gave its verdict:
Red roses withered on foreign rainy nights, blue roses drowned in the deep sea of money,
Oranges rot inside prison walls, and wisterias wither in pools of blood from domestic violence.
The white paper was torn into pieces by himself, and Hei Mo lived guarding the fragments.
And the most transparent one——
The premature baby exchanged for difficult labor has become a living suicide note for all of us.
When youth ends, no one is left innocent.
Reader comments
The writing style is very delicate. The feelings of eight people always feel like they are buried in knives. It has a very ancient feeling. It is slowly revealed, like a child.
The writing style is very delicate. The feelings of eight people always feel like they are buried in knives. It has a very ancient feeling. It is slowly revealed, like a child.