"Three hundred and thirty days, the day of separation and hatred is the highest, four hundred and forty illnesses, lovesickness is the most painful, medicine can cure all diseases, but it cannot relieve lovesickness." "No, there are two ways to cure it." "What?" "Either, bring her to me, or - I die." Ps: This article is composed of multiple stories, and the short stories in it were all written when I was in junior high school a few years ago, so - don't spray me, don't spray me! The author knows that he wrote rubbish vernacular a few years ago, but that is really the past tense. QAQ Although I also want to know my shortcomings from the criticisms of lovely readers, but in the past few years, my shortcomings have become almost better. QAQ, so dear readers who want to criticize me, please check out my new articles! Come on, where are the bricks waiting for you at the bottom of the bowl? (?>?<?)?