Seventeen years old, seventeen years, the time passing in front of Zhang Xiao's eyes seems to have been pale
In modern times, since she was plagued by leukemia, she has been struggling on the edge of life and death. She wants to live well, she wants to be like other girls, she wants to grasp the beauty that she has not experienced yet, and she wants to stay with her parents all the time. I want to live.
I wonder if the God of Destiny has heard her unwillingness and hope, and is it clear? She was finally taken away from this world.
When she was hopeless, fate seemed to take pity on her.
Reborn in another world, she is not her, but she is still her. Carrying her long-cherished wish from her previous life, she looks at the world with a smile, and is free and unrestrained.
I am a long-time novel fan. I have read many poignant and touching stories, and I have been thinking about them a thousand times. I just want a novel written by myself. Now I finally mustered up the confidence to start my first article. I will write it down silently, accompanied by the morning and evening hibiscus flowers.