You said that the fallen flower had no shadow, but it was broken, and even the remaining fragrance was dyed dark. You said, I gave you everything you asked for, but even the last snail house was smashed into pieces, leaving me alone to wander, and the shadow became everything that belonged to my fallen flower.
This article is not actually a tragic article, but an interesting story about the life of a little girl who deserves to be beaten, who is half bullied and half raised step by step.