He is a clear orchid in the mountains, and his whole life has been toward light, reason, and silence that no one disturbs.
He is the evening fragrance at night. He comes following the fragrance and moves forward step by step. He uproots the orchid and imprisons it in his palm.
When orchid grass meets evening fragrance, it is an encounter that should not have happened.
When the incense burns out, all that's left is a room full of coolness and a tragedy that has no ending.
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Well, the author is a high school student, yes, I can't update while I'm in school, thank you for your understanding.
Currently the main update is "Walking Through the Mysterious Game Field"
[OS: Will anyone really see what I write?{{{(>_
Concept: tragic aesthetics