My name is Mu Mallow, and my name comes from a flower called Mu Jian Mallow, but unfortunately I have never seen it. It wasn't until I was in junior high school that I learned that its flower language is "I'm sorry." As if my existence was the perfect embodiment of error.
That year, I was desperate
That year, he was heartbroken
That year, I became a "commodity"
That year, he became a "buyer"
It seemed that all the stories started quietly in that year and slowly ended in that year. I became "me"...
If you like me, come to my house and sit there → Weiyang Xiaozhu