This is such a story~~ A little sad, a little cute, a little entangled, a little romantic, a little anti-secular, this is a kind of small rebellion. She is a flower blooming among thorns, weak but growing, painful but beautiful - small, weak, but in such a weak and neglected soul, the most beautiful colors are quietly gathered and burst out...
I hope everyone can pay more attention to it. I wrote it with my heart O(∩_∩)O~ (comments are welcome and one chapter will be updated every week)