There is a handful of light in everyone's heart, whether it is bright or distorted.
The story begins like this:
The wind blew gently, blowing through the small lotus pond and brushing the willow banks, telling legends that only Silver Moon knew.
You are one summer, beside a pond filled with lotus leaves, a long-haired girl in white shyly and expectantly said to a young man standing opposite her: "I... I like you..."
The young man smiled brightly, and his words carried by the wind spread far and wide.
My writing is not good, I hope you all enjoy reading it.