Digging out the unfinished novel at that time, the story stopped on the most ordinary day. Our high school years also ended quietly on that afternoon when nothing happened.
I haven't decided how to end this story yet, because I am also a reader of it now and I need to experience it again. Before I finish writing this story, I don't want to revise my high school writing style. Maybe I will consider rewriting it after it is finished.
Intention: Those who love to go out love to return, and those who have gone have good luck to come.