At around 11 o'clock in the evening, she finally finished her homework for six subjects, but she walked to the master bedroom in a daze.
She fell straight onto the bed and bounced slightly off the bed.
Still alive. Still alive.
"You're still up so late, what are you doing here?"
Mom is brushing her teeth, and my brother is too.
Hearing this, the fatigue all over her body made her even more breathless.
"Is there something wrong with you? I have something to tell you."
As a result, I don't know where the grievances came from.
If there was someone who could see your emotions and comfort you in a timely manner... Would it be possible? Or should I change?
Tip: short story. (The heroine is 17 or 18 years old, so it's understandable that she has this kind of curiosity... If you don't like it, don't let her in)
tip: Short story (it's understandable that the heroine is 17 or 18 years old and has this kind of curiosity... But I still hope you readers can understand it and eat it.)
Intention: None yet