He was playing the ball and she was watching him; she was playing the ball heartily; she was watching him intoxicated. He walked quickly across the court, letting the breeze roll up his clothes; she looked forward to it on the stone steps, letting the sunlight blur her eyes. That year the sun was just right, that year the breeze was calm; that year they only saw the good in each other. Both he and she were in first love and puppy love. She kept running after him, cautiously. He kept waiting for her to chase him without saying much. One day, he disappeared for no reason. One day, she also fell out of love for no reason. When they saw each other again, he told her that he chose to leave for her dream, but she no longer believed it, didn't want to believe it anymore, and didn't want to chase him anymore. So, role reversal? He chased her instead? In fact, I wanted to write something after graduating from high school, but I never did it because I was too lazy. I wrote this novel to kill boring time, but rather to record my past life, but of course it is not entirely personal experience. This is my first time writing, and I am not very good at it. I hope everyone can point out the shortcomings and I will work hard to correct them. Also, in this novel, there may be a lot of trivial matters in daily life, which is more relevant to real life and does not have too many routines.
Reader comments
I really like watching male protagonists being tortured, so why don't you torture them more?
I really like watching male protagonists being tortured, so why don't you torture them more?