On the day of my sixteenth birthday ceremony, someone suddenly fell from the sky, landing right on the table in front of me.
No, it wasn't Lin Daiyu.
Because he was a man, and he kept saying “I” as if he were the emperor.
What on earth was going on?
1. This is a writing exercise, so it may be a little amateurish. If you can't handle that, please click the top-right corner.
2. If you have any opinions, please share them... though I don't want to see any bricks T_T
3. This is a younger-top/older-bottom story, with a weak top and a strong bottom (that might change later). If that's not your thing, please refer to point 1.
4. Thanks for being willing to read my story.
Same, please write quickly, the number of words is too few
In curiosity. . . . Keep writing