In my eyes, human emotions are just a string of numbers. Mrs. Greer's love is 14 steps, and the scarf she gave me is 32.5 degrees.
I calmly record everything, thinking I would never get caught up in that tangled fate. Only later did I discover that some warmth can never be quantified.
Open the book and join me in observing that "cursed" fate.
P.S. There's plenty to read, and it'll leave you satisfied. This is my first time writing, and I was afraid I'd leave it unfinished, so I decided to wait until I'd written most of it before posting. I have a 360,000-word outline and 1.7 million words in the bank. Even if just one person reads it, I guarantee I'll finish it.
Seeing the branch campuses, the pacing was too slow and uneventful; I lost the motivation to continue watching.
After reading the first five chapters, I found the author to be very detailed, but perhaps too detailed; it caused some visual fatigue after finishing them. The earlier chapters were mediocre, failing to engage the reader.
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Seeing the branch campuses, the pacing was too slow and uneventful; I lost the motivation to continue watching.
After reading the first five chapters, I found the author to be very detailed, but perhaps too detailed; it caused some visual fatigue after finishing them. The earlier chapters were mediocre, failing to engage the reader.