Her name is Cheng, and she is a fourteen-year-old girl.
She is a lively, sunny girl.
Orange often wears skirts, especially Lolita ones.
She looks... I haven't seen her eyes clearly yet. But when she smiles, I think it's very pretty.
"What kind of flower is that?" "It's said to be a rose."
She is curious about the world. She would often come over and ask me when she saw something, and I would answer her, probably because she was the first person willing to ask me.
"Is it true that you can't pick them?" "No, these are other people's roses. If you want them, we can buy a bunch or seeds to plant them."
Update as circumstances dictate, and those who come are guests.
Brainless article, the author is a noob.
If there is no cp, please do not group cp.
Purpose: Let me show you my little orange