I am a newcomer, Kaiwen turns 12 today. You can call me Yan or Nuan.
Since my writing style is immature, I ask my seniors to be more considerate.
Clear water is beautiful. No H. Or a detailed description of something.
It's pure pseudo-art.
Kuyu originally lived in Hokkaido and enjoyed a pure and beautiful student life. When the dark bud tips continue to sprout, eroding those beautiful things in dreams. Until it was completely shattered, forgotten like amnesia.
All the memories, all the smiles. It seemed so small in that dark world. Burn, burn, burn. Disappeared completely.