I wanted to write a story a long time ago and I did write a little bit of it, with a somewhat beautiful, sadistic and sweet tone, but I never finished it.
I still want to write, well, let's just write a short story.
The warmth and attachment in the fireworks of this world are the destiny and marriage that mortals can only seek in thousands of reincarnations.
In troubled times, fate is uncertain and people's hearts are unpredictable.
Tonight or later, when I see this beloved man, I hold his hand.
Conception: