This is a writing practice short story for the third year of high school. It is a novel set in the 1950s and 1960s. It is not a Danmei novel in the true sense. It is passed down entirely to commemorate those years.
I didn't speak. I cried. He gave me another handful of candy. Three, toffee. I threw it all into my mouth and kept chattering. I don't find it sweet at all. I looked at his back as he left, the moonlight shining coldly on his back.
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