The story I wrote when I was a kid is like our unfinished dream.
——Victoria, have you seen that very distant star?
——We will set off together to a distant place?
But, what will be in the distance?
Dear Victoria, this is my last letter to you——
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Divide it.
Ahem, first of all, I still want to explain that brothers and sisters with weak heart endurance, please do not come in (- -)
There is no passion, no sex scenes, and no tangled scenes of violence, |||||...
This is a work written N years ago, so I wrote some XX points, or XX points,
As the saying goes, I hope you can take a casual look at it and see that it will not be in vain for the golden dream that was burning in your childhood but has now turned into ashes...
Thank you!
Then there is the issue of writing.
There are a few puddles that have not been filled right now. (Don't ever doubt my credibility - the puddles will definitely be filled!! Make a fist!)
In fact, there is content in it, and we are actively filling in the blanks.
I hope that when I grow up, I can write some works that everyone will like.
For our dreams,
Work hard! !