When the kapok blossoms bloom, who will clasp hands and gaze into whose eyes?
When the kapok blossoms bloom, who will keep waiting for whom?
When the kapok blossoms bloom, will you see them?
They say the kapok flower means: cherish the person before you, cherish the happiness by your side.
So, as the wind rises and the petals fall, love drew a circle, made a promise, and waited for the flowers to bloom again.
P.S.: This is not a fluffy, simplistic story. After reading so many novels, I finally couldn't resist trying to write one myself. This is my first book. Some of the female lead's experiences are drawn from my own life. My writing may be a little immature, but since the story begins with high school, I think the content, the female lead's inner world, and the writing style should all mature gradually. I hope readers who enjoy stories that begin at school and later move into city life will give it a try. Thank you.
Theme:
Very warm and worth seeing
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