Snow-born plum bones, Huai Jin holds Yu.
When she opened her eyes, they were misty and always showed a fragile look.
So, in her hands, you hesitated and struggled to your death.
You are obsessed with her broken eyes,
But I can't see——
There was a cruel calmness in her eyes.
Collection of short stories.
Most male protagonists are sick
Writing guidance is welcome, personal attacks will not be accepted.
Intention: love