I have wanted to write down some stories for a long time, but there is a huge difference between reminiscing and writing. It feels like experiencing it all over again, but I still write. I know that every story has its own narrative. Just like love, you have to find the most suitable way and object, but most of them are wrong, wrong again, and still wrong, but they are still going on. I still can't absolutely believe that what I experienced was reality. It was like a dream, so what? Write our story, hope she sees it, hope readers like it, that's it! Thanks!