Wedge
Yu Ling
Ling - Feather.
In an unknown world, enduring the baptism of wind and rain, I don't know where I will drift.
The author laughs at himself:
A year later, I opened Angle's dream again, and I haven't finished writing it yet.
Don't know why?
In such a text, it seems so small
often ignored
Maybe it's just unfinished
no excellent writing
no vivid plot
But I hope it can be in a small corner of your heart
Take root... Sprout... Bloom...