A low-key story with a low-key name.
Forgive me for posting the short story in so many chapters. To everyone passing by, please give me some support.
The second time I wrote the article, I had very little self-confidence left.
A new song and a glass of wine. The weather is the same as last year. When will the sunset return?
Helplessly, the flowers fell away, and the familiar swallows returned, and the fragrant path in the small garden wandered alone.
Conception: