I remember leaving that home on that rainy night three years ago. From now on, let go of the past.
It was on that night that I met her, and my life began to become different... And I gradually got to know them...
In my memory, many people have walked into my life, and many people have walked out, leaving only them... And him.
After much deliberation, I decided to use the first person, although it seems a bit evil to write...
(Finally the pit is about to be opened, and I finally don't have to be oppressed by the perverts in the group T-T) (It's very complicated, a big pit, definitely not a tragedy, it's an essay, it's fantasy, it's dandy, don't enter if you don't like it)