If you are lonely, please let me stay with you;
If you hate me, I will disappear immediately.
If you're going to kill me - say my name at the end.
... It's very pretentious and artistic, right?
No way, who made me like you.
Xuanyue smiled faintly, the breeze blowing her hair slightly covering her face that was not too delicate.
This is a story about junior high school, a day with light rain.
——At least after graduation, I will still remember you.