This is a time-travel story about a poor child. The male protagonist is Mr. Weasel.
In order to commemorate my girlish heart that died once - -b So the style of this article continues to be weird
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Dear friends who read this article, I hope you can move your fingers and leave a message to encourage us to work hard.
There is no invincible heroine in this article, so don't worry it's not Mary Suwen.
There may be cliche plots, try to avoid noobs
Please don't hit me with random tricks...
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Like the deep night, opaque and suffocating, like floating
Even then, we must pursue the road ahead, even if it is extremely tortuous
There is nothing incredible. All miracles come from yourself.
Climb forward with faith and persistence
Whether it's the eternal night or the unobstructed blue sky
They all grow old together at the fingertips along with the season of meeting.
My world is so quiet, more than just a string of music
How many light years have passed by with the season you sent me?
Even though we are so far apart, we still have to pursue it
Such no effort, even if what you get in exchange is so small compared to your expectations
You have to grit your teeth and not say regrets
Author's note: There are very few Naruto fanfics, and the writing style isn't that good either. There may be some bloody plots, so try to avoid noobs. Please don't throw bricks at me if you write poorly.
I like the background music very much, you can listen to it