Warm Light, Eerie Darkness

My name is Beauty, and I am still really beautiful. I have finally found a great writer like me. Kavin is not terrible, but the scary thing is that Kavin still doesn't admit it.

He is really a student, which is rare. He is studying well.

Before I finished the novel, I went to buy a pack of instant noodles. I kept feeling like there was a dark shadow behind me, and a chill ran down my spine. I can't read this kind of novel at night.

Just relax after taking the exam, it's so easy. I recall that every time I finished an exam, I felt as if a hundred kilograms of stone had fallen from my body. My body felt relaxed, but my spirit was not yet relaxed. I was afraid that I would fail the exam and go home and be beaten. Alas, I can't come back to my student days.

I wonder if test results can be made public, such as school rankings and class rankings. If it is a secret, it is okay not to make it public.

The killing is too heavy, contrary to the sense of beauty, and makes people feel frightened and have nightmares one after another.

Warm light is less than dark, and dark is greater than warm light.

Encountering a review written by a critical reader is less troublesome than having no review at all.

Four Garen and one Morgana

The true nature of a foodie comes out, and only a super foodie can describe the food in such a tempting way. Tonight, I will eat a delicious but not greasy stew. . . . .