North of Yorknew City, on the west coast of the Yorbian Continent, lies the seaside town of Miao, with its white walls and red-tiled roofs. It is known as the "City in a Clam."
Our story begins in this city, but it won't end here.
"I'll give you the most beautiful city in the world."
A slow-paced, literary, pastoral slice-of-life story. There are no thrilling twists and turns, just quiet days spent growing flowers, drinking tea, and teasing cats.
Its main flavor is orange-blossom cream candy, with the occasional hint of lemon, mint, and pepper. The romance is full of twists and turns, and gets frustratingly tangled at times, but it's sweet overall, so enjoy without worry.
Now then, dear travelers, please come with me to Miao.
2026.3.21: Entire story undergoing major revisions. Drafting in progress.
Theme: Cats need a good cat bed.
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Meg's way of thinking seems to be more like ordinary people. Currently, Killua is very close to Meg.
Such daily plainness and reality are also very flavorful. But I am a little more eager to know the other side of Muir, and I want to know Meg better. If you want to write something in-depth, consider pausing for a while and writing what you want to write. Don't worry too much about your level dropping. Even if it does drop, just recover slowly. I'm really looking forward to the exciting development next!
Ah, I seem to understand, right? Meg's ability to empathize is that she can perceive the emotions of others, and then visualize them and describe them poetically, but they are always other people's. However, for a lengthy textual analysis, it may seem a bit difficult for her, who has no personal experience (she has few friends, has never been in love, and her parents are suspected of not being around all year round).
Much like Meg, I interact with most people very casually and am happy to help. Fortunately, I still have two close friends. If you calculate it this way, nearly a year has passed since the week when the two first met, and it's time for Killua to go to the appointment. Although Muir seems a little unusual in my eyes now, I can't tell what it is exactly.
Very well written! This is the original!! _(:з∠)_
I feel like the way an eleven or twelve-year-old boy expresses his affection is clumsy. He just wants to attract attention, and his feelings may not be conveyed at all. But maybe Killua is more mature... Eh? You wouldn't drag Meg to watch your game just to show off how awesome you are, right? But the gardenia flowers on the girl's hair are very beautiful, and he is very good at it, it's sweet.
If you don't know them well, you still give them their phone number. If you don't know them well, you still order desserts for them skillfully. If you don't know them well, you still make fun of them, eh?
I don't know, although I haven't watched it, it reminds me of "The Truman Show." Okay, there's a sweet plot here
For Killua, ten million might really be a small amount of money... I also feel that I must have read a lot of books and documentaries, and I have to work hard to enrich myself. White peach oolong has appeared in front of me a lot recently. I read novels, my sister's cakes, and milk tea on supermarket shelves. I want to try it.