A little story about a short-tempered rich young master and a delicate young lady from a modest family who has a lame leg. A little salty, a little sweet, and a little uncomfortable.
This is just a short story of around thirty thousand words. It should have been simple and restrained, but the author is a brainless fool, so the prose may not flow smoothly, and the thoughts may be unclear. I hope readers can make sense of it for themselves.
Theme:
Mania? ? No signs of illness? This piece of glass is full of shards...
I noticed that you always refuse to give out sweets properly...?
Gee, what's wrong with this?
I just finished reading "The Bright Beginning", so I went to the other articles in the big page and took a look (*>.<*)
I really like the style. It would be better if there is a follow-up.