I asked the black-haired boy: "Who are you?"
He just smiled faintly.
"Just call me 'Amu'."
Note: first person.
(Although this is the first book I wrote, it is not the first story idea. There was actually a manuscript for this book before, and it was almost written to the ending, but I lost it after I graduated and left school. Maybe I accidentally sold it with the scraps. I was heartbroken, but I still wanted to write, so I decided to start over. The outline is much different from the first version. After a lot of changes, I found a lot of bugs in the new outline when I started writing it, so I had to stop and re-write the outline. In this case, I would probably overturn the previous one and start from scratch. And let me make it clear that I am in the late stage of laziness, so I may not give up on this book, but it is probably a pitfall.)
Mission: Life is precious, life is beautiful