Traveling into the book, I felt a repressed love.
Don't spray if you don't like it, just spray lightly.
I wrote it on a whim, so I can't have too high requirements for the writing style of a primary school student. To spray, apply gently.
Forget it -_-||, because I don't know how to set the ending, let's turn this into a collection of short stories, all ending in one shot.
Concept: What should we do with suppressed love?