He sat tiredly by the river and put his arm around her shoulders.
His black hair turned into snow, but he still smiled lightly.
Originally I wanted to write about martial arts, then I wanted to write about farming, and then I wanted to write about immortals. What happened later was that I just wanted to write a short novel.
It is a story about a girl who practices martial arts again and again, practices martial arts again, encounters a group of unknown people, then escapes home, and is finally reunited.
～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～. I am the author and have something to say.～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～﹡～
I was finally determined to fill this first hole.
Come and scatter flowers and bricks as you please.
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