"By the way, I haven't told you my name yet." I smiled.
"The wind of the breeze, the son of the child, the moon of the moon."
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I am Feng Ziyue. I am a girl. I am 15 years old. The things I hate most are: nymphomaniacs, excess literature, and non-mainstream.
I have a very artistic name. But I am not artistic at all.
At school, I had to contend with a lot of nymphos and idiots.
This is the history of my struggle.