The mystery of my life experience that is unknown to others, my beautiful appearance, my noble status, my handsome childhood sweetheart, all made me the little witch. At the age of 5, he raised his smiling face so bright that it could melt the sunshine and extended a helping hand to me. At 10 years old, he still has the same smile that has never changed for thousands of years, helping me fight off countless gangsters. At the age of 16, his smile remained unchanged. He took my hand just like he did 11 years ago, and his cheerful smile turned into a prince-like smile. He asked me: "Beautiful princess, will you be my girlfriend?" He is the one who belongs only to me - the angel prince.
The Spring of Prince Disease
Failure of Love
Crazy Writer