Who is forced to grow up in the mottled breath of youth?
Who is looking at melancholy in the roaring train of time?
Who finally burst out with the courage to break his bones and turn around decisively?
Who went to an isolated city to weave the last cold dream of life alone?
She thought she was omnipotent, had already achieved indestructibility, and could even protect her important people intact.
But she was wrong.
Back then, the proud girl who was teased by her friends as a violent person, with a mean tongue and a split personality,
It was finally different.
Now sit down and let me tell you their ridiculous, ordinary and spectacular growth story.
The warm candlelight, soft wool blanket, and swaying night breeze are so wonderful.
Isn't it?