I couldn't bear to leave them behind, so I kept them as souvenirs. If anything touches me, just take them.
(You can also share your short story of death in the comment area)
I will record the thoughts that have accompanied me along the way over the years.
I loved reading romance novels in junior high school, and my writing skills at that time were still very immature (please give me some QAQ)
I fell in love with Danmei in high school, and my writing style was mediocre, but it gave me the courage to continue.
What I liked the most at that time was to make up for some sadistic stories late at night until I burst into tears, and then fall asleep tiredly after I was tired from crying.
Intention: Don't forget the way you came