Watching Jinjiang made my hands itch, and I couldn't help but want to write something.
It's not very good, but it's my first novella, autobiographical, about a girl who is confused in college.
If you like it, please praise me a little to satisfy my vanity; if you don't like it, please try another trap. I am afraid of being attacked, so I will be merciful and pat the bricks lightly. ． ． ．