When we...
When we're together...
Or when we... what, exactly?
It's a bit neither here nor there, but somehow it moved me, so I'll leave it at that.
A future mecha story. I've always admired those soldiers with their backs held straight, or the even younger military academy cadets.
It's such a shame there are so few stories like this, so (fists clenched, gaze unwavering) I'll write one myself!
In fact, I was a little dizzy when I saw the combination of Chinese and Western names, but many future articles say that the world has become one family, and Chinese names and foreign names are often mixed together. Well, I want to say that I am used to it.
It feels like Sapling's method of treating diseases is like repairing a computer system. This way, there won't be any sequelae after Cong Mian's illness is cured (^ω^)
"... It's because I'm tired of waiting endlessly, tired of myself like this, tired of meaningless annoyance... Even if it hurts, it doesn't matter, even if I die... Ha, it's just death anyway." It's so heartbreaking to say such words to Cong Mian~
I've read a lot of mecha articles, but it's rare for you to write like this. I'm looking forward to it~ Come on!
Great, great! Hurry up and write! I can't wait to read it!! Good!
Very good setting, keep it up!