She once told him: Whales will bid farewell to the sea with a grand and romantic death, leaving their last tenderness to the sea.
But he didn't tell her that if one day he had to choose to leave, he would look at the starry sky on a summer night with the fragrance of flowers, make a wish to the gods, and ask her to be happy all the time; he would also watch the star-drunk girl sleeping soundly in the fragrance of flowers, kiss her forehead, and say softly: Good night.
Good night,
There will be no more good mornings.
Concept: The whale will die in a grand and romantic way and leave his last tenderness to the sea, but he is different. He will leave quietly, and then make a wish to the gods, asking her to always be happy.
写的很不错啊，除了最后描述的稍微有点乱，大体上是相当不错的，无回别扭又可爱，全程没崩人设，极为nice,非常真心的希望你能继续坚持的写下去。