In my second year at this school, I fell in love with a pair of genius siblings...
I couldn't tell that girl the truth. She looked so fragile, as though one rejection would shatter her.
How do I put this? It's really troubling. How could someone give roses away so carelessly?
Those two kids? Of course I still remember them. But whenever I'm around them, I feel like prey being watched. It's terrifying.
Would you accept the rose in my hand? they asked. Their hands were covered in countless thorn scratches, and they came walking over a carpet of dead roses.
Why can't I understand it when I come back a year later (?▽?)
After reading it, I feel that my wife is more suitable for writing light novels, which are short stories. Little girls should like to read them. When writing such long novels, copywriting is very important!!!