Love Like Thorns

Finally, he knew clearly, She loves him. Like clusters of thorns, they twist and stay on the yellowed wall, forming the saddest posture. Post a short article to wish everyone a happy New Year. What a New Year greeting. Etc! ! Although it is now the deadline for manuscripts and I have been missing for a long time, I am still alive! There should be some short stories updated in the near future? After all, you have to work hard to save manuscripts! Conception: