From the moment she became conscious, she seemed to be different from others. Although they both have slender necks, skin made of white jade, and petite and delicate appearances, they are just different. What's the difference? She spent dozens of sunrises and sunsets thinking about it, and finally realized that they were not alive at all, and seemed to be just dead objects. She tried to communicate with them every day, but to no avail. It wasn't until one day when she met some strange people that she realized that she was just a spoon. But what about the spoon?
Ahem, this article is a light-hearted novel. There is no melancholy about the sorrow of the moon and the burial of flowers, and there is no majestic strategy. It is just a love from the past life to the present. I dare not say that it moved heaven and earth, moved you and me, that is enough.
This time I finally made up my mind to write an article. All the previous articles have been locked up for writing practice. Please support me~~ Because there is an exam in June, so it will be slower during this period, but it will be faster after the exam~~~