Pseudo-pain literature, with real people's prototype experiences. Serious stream of consciousness, don't like light spraying. Hope everyone knows.
The reserved and taciturn academic tyrant Cui Ran
To put it simply, it is a story that is constantly missed
Qin Zhi always recalled the rainy night in Nancheng. Everything at the age of eighteen ended in a hurry. Her dreams, youth, and secret love all came to an abrupt end like the downpour before the college entrance examination. Her story is that buds sprouted in the spring rain. They were supposed to grow flowers and bear fruit until the clouds opened and the moon shone brightly, but in the end they died without any disease. There is not so much beauty, and there is not so much happiness. There is only regret, helplessness and regret about the rain incident in Nancheng.
Intention: Fight bravely