When you hear about love, nine times out of ten you will be sad.
This is perfectly normal.
Love is rare, rare, and precious, rather than mediocre, random, and vulgar.
Fate in this world is messy, and the red thread of fate is intricately linked.
Just like pure dust and muddy water, it is mostly thin and bland, and will last indefinitely.
There are too many things I can't help myself with, and too many words I don't mean.
The original name was Love in the Green Mountains, but later I felt it was inappropriate.
My original intention was to write a variety of short sadomasochism stories, and I also had some small ideas of my own, and more of them were difficult to resolve.
As you write, why not just use it as a collection of stories to witness your own growth.
Novels that are rejected by magazines will also be placed here, as another kind of medal.
It can be regarded as an author of the older development series, and strives for double updates every day.
Exercise your ability to write stories, and your next book will be a full-length novel.
Currently I am planning to write a long modern pure love story and a quick-travel ancient romance story.
I will try my best.
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Purpose: Too many people can't help themselves, so we should cherish the present even more