I have someone I like.
I like him very much, but I dare not tell anyone his name.
My joy, admiration, and longing were dissolved in water along with the various colors of paint on the palette, and then spread bit by bit on the paper.
The feeling of "like" is like the cherry tree sketched little by little with a pen, with branches extending wantonly, and finally...
Invading the entire soul.
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Skylark BG—or Caobi BG?
This is a go-go romance work from high school. I had already written it when the series was published, but I always forgot to post it. I just remembered to make it up now. I'm really sorry orz
Because I was too lazy to think of the heroine's name, I replaced it with "I" throughout the text. If you really want to write the heroine's name, then probably call me →_→
[I just want to say that the short introduction is just showing off orz]
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