It is the eagle in the sky, the unruly wind, and the frivolous soul.
I come from the ice fields of Virila and from the humid Corenta
And I was born Ravenclaw
Lydia is my name, welcome to my world
Full text theme: I cry for roses and mourn for our years
Huangliang has a dream, and he wakes up when the building collapses
It turns out that our years are as short as smoke
(Note: It's a Harry Potter world view, but the protagonist group doesn't have many scenes. Because I'm afraid of writing an OOC story, I might as well just create a brand new character)
I hope someone can read it and have a friendly exchange. A friendly exchange.
Mission: Unruly style, always pursue freedom