Tick tock, tick tock
It was the sound of liquid falling on the ground, and the back of the knife shone with silver light. Chang Jia knew that it was her mother's blood.
One drop, two drops
The blue and black pen ink dripped from You Shuangyue's face. He raised his head and looked at the roof of the classroom. The pen was shattered by the electric fan, leaving long stains on the white paint.
Like a falling meteor.
You may not be able to brush away all the snow that has fallen on everyone's lives, but you can stay with him every winter after meeting him.
Concept: A story about two unlucky guys warming themselves over a fire