The sky was dark, the streets were empty, and the rain was pouring down. The raindrops hit the ground like demons, crackling like a rush to death. The boy's panicked footsteps carried echoes and were buried by the torrential rain. He was holding the phone with his hand trembling by his ear: "Twilight, where are you! Twilight, please say something back to me!" How scared he was that the soft little girl who dared to stand in front of him jumped somewhere he didn't know and disappeared from his life, never to be found again. She stood on the flat roof of the school, rain dripping down her hair. Her eyes were confused, and she put her hands on the railing and looked at the ground dozens of meters below. As long as she takes one more step forward, maybe she won't have to be so tired. Her phone vibrated in the rain, and her fingers moved slightly - the call was connected. She heard the boy yelling her name in panic from the phone, and with each sound, the usually gentle voice became hoarse. Holding the phone in her hand, she slowly squatted down and hugged her knees tightly in the heavy rain. "Arang..." He struggled to survive in the competition between the weak and the strong, while she grew up ahead of schedule in a precocious environment. They are constantly struggling to escape their destined fate. Until, on that day that had just entered the beginning of summer, they met by the small pond, and she raised her head and smiled softly at him. "This world is too cruel, but I am willing to spend my life creating the most beautiful fairy tale for you." He and she said.
Purpose: This is a novel composed of many real stories about the flower season. I hope you can relate to it.
