That year, the meteor shower cut through the night, the blood of the girl dyed the earth red, and the boy wrote the funeral song of love with innocence and stubbornness - I'm sorry, I love you...
He is the son of her stepmother, who treats her very well, but he is like the stepmother in fairy tales who always takes pleasure in bullying her. But when he stood in front of her and said categorically, "Only I can bully this idiot!" In an instant, flowers bloomed in the sky, and youth blossomed in an instant.
The article is a short one and will probably end in five to ten chapters. It is intended to be a practice for writing longer articles in the future.