The character settings need to be revised, and the story will be put up again in early July.
Feng Jiao spent the first third of his life running wildly on a mediocre and boring road, and he was not dissatisfied at all.
The protagonist's arc in life has never been here. Even in his youthful high school years, to be honest, he just spent three years in the Pheasant School.
Feng Jiao, who was so useless, was thrown into the whirlpool of life. He traveled through time and space, was reborn again, constantly revised his past choices, and joined hands with his predecessors.
KY's deskmate whom I never spoke to in high school solved a trivial mystery that no one cared about.
It's okay not to dig out the truth, or it's okay to just forget it. Just wanted to be a little braver this time.
People who are left behind embrace each other, and feathers that are not beautiful can take off.
In a game with a decided outcome, why do the main players of the school team frequently concede goals?
Why are the butterflies left on the plate mistaken for chocolate chip cookies?
Why does a girl who returns home early every day take a long detour on a rainy day?
Why would a senior who is afraid of dogs volunteer to help strangers walk their dogs?
The regret that cannot be spoken, the capricious choices, the tears that are swallowed, the bitterness of hindsight in the honey-sweet love.
This is the youth that is not sparkling, can be seen everywhere, and exists only once.
Concept: People who are left behind embrace each other, and even feathers that are not beautiful can take off.