When a person falls infinitely and thinks there is no end to the trough, at the moment he is picked up, do you feel more happy or confused? This is something I'm still thinking about today.
There is no standard male protagonist, and I don't know the final ending before the end. What I want to write more is the growth of the characters. This is the first time I write it. I hope everyone likes it.
There may be some reminiscences. I update very slowly.
Intention: A person who grows up alone in his heart