The crape myrtle and hibiscus flowers are withered. The setting sun is shining brightly. It's the season when the two swallows are about to return, and the silver screen was slightly cold last night. After seeing this poem by Yan Shu, I suddenly felt the urge to write this novel. The first story in a stunning series. Sometimes a mistake is the beginning of a tragedy. But tragedy cannot be called a tragedy. Because you find that no ending can be better than this.
Conception: