Who is she?
Who could he be?
Who I am?
What kind of painting will be made from a piece of white paper dyed by the colorful world?
Is the existence that shouldn't exist the story's puzzle or the answer to the question?
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I felt very guilty when I was tagging/not that high-minded at all
It's a true story
I want to write a coming-of-age story/I want to write a variety of girls' papers
Poor grasp of love scenes
Try to challenge the style of writing