My heart goes to you, but you have no intention.
A short story written in my spare time, you can read it if you want to cry.
Please click the cross if you don't like it, don't comment, don't notify, and don't quarrel.
If you like it, you can praise me, that way I will have the motivation to update ~ What I am posting now are all posted elsewhere before, maybe some children will look familiar?
I'm more glass-hearted. If you praise me, I'll love you. If you scold me, I'll delete your comments. Read the article in a civilized manner, and be kind to each other.
Intention: to torture the heart