Counting the course of the battle in detail, washing away the flowing blood, it was like the rain of a soul song.
Is that so? No, it's not
From the moment the rain falls on the ground and is contaminated with dirt, it is no longer the rain of grace that washes away all things.
It's filth.
But even so, she still wanted to stay by the side of the pure white boy, even if she just took one more look.
Even if I could never say to him, "Heizi, I like you."
The same person who is writing:
Completed short stories:
Instructions for consumption: 1. The author's writing skills are not strong enough, and it is normal for the characters to be OOC.
2. The author is a student and a severe procrastinator, and the daily update time is irregular.
3. If there is no update for three consecutive days, you can give up, because the author must have gone to school.
4. Since I have already written about tutoring, the author's imagination has been broadened. If you find any plot that is outrageous and does not suit the character of the protagonist, please feel free to criticize it.
Goodbye everyone. The author Sang must have started living happily together with his classmates now. Please don't miss me too much↖^ω^)↗
As for future updates, it may be weekly updates, or it may be waiting for the summer vacation. It all depends on the diligence of the author Sang (╯▽╰)╭
But we understand, shy~