"Have you ever regretted it?" You asked after a long time.
"No." I raised a smile and answered decisively.
"That's true..." I was thinking, I knew everything and asked again, and you said, "Otherwise, I, a good young man, would not have been defeated by you."
I casually picked up a slipper and threw it over. You avoided it with a smile, stretched out a hand and rubbed my head, rubbing it into the bottom of my heart, and also stirred up bits and pieces of things that had been settled in my heart for a long time.
Those bad things.
And, those loves of yours.
This is the first novel I have written. In addition to satisfying my excessive imagination, I also want everyone to give me some advice.
If you are able to resist the poor writing skills of novices and are adults who are not afraid of staining your eyes, please come in and leave a few words along the way.