They’d been at the same school for a month, and you could count the words they’d exchanged on one hand. Then, somehow, they started talking more and more. The two of them seemed to have nothing in common, yet their conversations grew increasingly frequent. Chen Yu’s grandmother said it was fate. Chen Yu smiled, but thought to himself, This is a cursed connection. I shouldn’t get involved. Once I do, I won’t be able to forget it.
This was my first novel, and as I kept writing, things started to feel off: not just the dialogue and relationships, but the pacing too. I’m putting it on hold for now. I’ll continue after finishing the whole story and revising it.
I’ve started a new story, and I think it’s more interesting. I’ll probably finish the new one first...
Theme: Everyone has to grow up, whether by relying on others or on themselves
