This article is composed of ten short stories, mainly on campus. Cookies and bitter melons take turns to appear. They are all branches of love fantasy in my brainstorming. I have always believed that love can take many forms, it can be the temperature that can be touched close at hand, or it can be the bond that is difficult to see on the other side of the screen. A story is very short, the odd number is cookie, not the number of chapters is the internal standard, and vice versa.
Concept: the "real object" of love fantasy in brainstorming