The transfer students coming next semester are a little weird.
Is a glimpse of heaven's secrets a blessing from the Creator, or a punishment?
God gave me a pair of wings, but didn't tell me that they don't necessarily come from heaven.
A product of pure imagination, a semi-fantasy campus novel, HE, 1v1, with a sub-CP but they claim to be a socialist brotherhood of straight men.
P. S.: The writing front is too long - ten years, spanning the author's time from adolescence to middle age.
I crushed up my youth and wrote it into the story.
Intention: Every plant and tree has destiny. People in the world want to understand the secrets of heaven and get a glimpse of the future, but they don't understand that true happiness is only achieved by being confused.