A short story that came to mind while washing dishes, Western fantasy, first person.
The green dragon is the son of life, and its emerald green scales represent hope and life.
"I" am the hotel owner's son.
One rainy night when "I" was twelve years old, a mysterious guest checked into the hotel.
With all the wind and rain,
and a magical green lizard.
A short story of 20,000 to 30,000 words, cutting one's own leg flesh.
The second part of xp's work, the first part please see the column without cp column
Mission: Self-reliance and hard work