She liked going to the lake to enjoy the scenery. “The air is so enchanting,” he would say, and Luo Wei believed him without a doubt. He was none other than Ying, the boy next door. “He really lives up to his name. He’s always coming and going without a trace, like a shadow,” Luo Wei thought. “But he’s special. The things he says are always so strange.” Now he was gone, yet she still felt an unshakable longing for his presence.
It may not be very well written, but I did my best. This is my first time writing a story, so I hope you’ll encourage me.
I am the third son of Tang Guogong Li Yuan, Li Shimin. Is this a big disruption?
What a concise plot... But I still have to work hard.
What a concise plot... But I still have to work hard.
Have you not finished writing it?
Have you not finished writing it?
Score!!!!!!!!!
Come on!!!!!!!!!!
Big thumbs up. Dear text
Yes, I will pay attention to it. Is it Tang History?
Come on. The writing is good but I think it has some shortcomings.