The first time she saw the transfer student, the golden bow was dazzling, but that was the last flash before the polar night swallowed her up.
Finally, like the broken moon, it will pass away on the night when the sun rises
I will change it later, spray lightly
[Unsystematic, not a cool novel, the plot is slow, the writing style of primary school students, please proceed with caution]
Purpose: We have left too much suffering behind, so it's time to let them set off and turn suffering into new sprouts in beauty.