The best years of life are from fifteen to eighteen. At that time, there were no worldly benefits and no other people would look at you with side eyes or look on coldly. At that time, you loved to cry, laugh, make trouble, and have harmless little tempers. At that time, life was so beautiful that you forgot to cherish something.
Mo Sangsang once lost herself, and her life will be after the age of fifteen.
After Mo Sangsang spent his fifteen to eighteen years old, he would always miss those past years deeply. We met in our green years. Now in his third year, I can only miss him deeply.
Mo Sang Sang likes the sweet fragrance of midsummer and likes to see the way the red skirt flutters in the sun. Mo Sang Sang has no thought of chasing anything. Mo Sang Sang's world was blank before she was fifteen years old. Memory is as light and elusive as a dandelion, and the story of Moissanção exudes its unique light in all the sweet summers.
Here are all the stories of Mo Sansang.