Time is the most secretive typewriter, carving the deepest marks into the pages of our lives. None of us can decipher them, but not because we don’t know how.
It’s because we can’t bear to see familiar landscapes transformed beyond recognition before our eyes.
Words scatter, time falls into disarray, and we can never return to our finest days. No one can piece together the years that have burned to ash.
If youth had an ageless face, I hope it would never change.
Look, these are my last green days, the most perfect and most painful days.
Because the first half of my life has already burned down to a handful of ashes.
It’s only because we were too young. Back then, we were all so young.
Give you a little flower, try your best~ I feel that there are too many descriptions of appearance and scenery, and the psychological description is okay. The language, haha, is just your style, Xiaoyu, I like it~ Maybe it would be better to set up more suspense in the novel. Also, setting up more small things and characters in the beginning of the chapter may be helpful for the climax of the novel. I have never written a novel, just some personal feelings, just for reference^^