I am born in the 80s, very late.
Once upon a time, she was a neither good nor bad student, a lover who was neither strong nor gentle, and a semi-artistic young woman.
NOW, a half-home girl, picking up mildew bit by bit in the sun.
The Sun is in Taurus, but without the steadiness of Taurus, there is the dullness of Taurus.
I am naturally obsessed with Capricorns.
Sometimes I am very proud of life, and sometimes I want to escape.
Weak-willed and easily incited (provided you know how to impress me)
Sometimes she puts on melancholic poses and likes sadness and romance.
Unfortunately, all tests show that I am a very optimistic person.
Heartless joy.
After struggling for a semester, I wrote my first novel.
I don't like the finale, because this is life, and life has no ending.
This story is not mine, not yours. I am just writing some slow-burning stories in my slow-burning life, and I do not rule out the possibility that the author will write some bloody plots to fill up the word count when he is not writing. I am currently working hard to fill in the gaps. I hope everyone can read it as a dessert after dinner. Of course, it is not full of gossip, but if someone who happens to see it likes it, of course it would be best.