The chatty wild chrysanthemum and the silent golden osmanthus
I wrote this a long time ago. I ran out of inspiration, so I revised an old story and decided to post it~
Feel free to take a look~
My writing has always been pretty childish, so don't laugh too hard. I'm sensitive~
Please be kind to me
All the osmanthus flowers on this tree look exactly alike. Only that one is unique, because that one is its friend.
To this vast world, this is only a farewell of little consequence.
Yet even in this insignificant farewell, there is a bond too precious to forget.
Theme: Good friends walk the road of life together
At first I thought it was a healing novel, but I didn't expect it to be a depression essay 🥺