A short story that I don't know how to describe
It was originally a cliché romance story written a long, long time ago about robbing his wife and chasing him down to the crematorium.
Now is the story of the male protagonist, the female protagonist, and the book wearer. I'm not sure where the counter-routine is, and there's no cheat code. Maybe it's still in the routine. Well, from one routine to another, I feel ashamed that I still have little talent and little knowledge.
In fact, I originally thought about writing it as gl, but I also think that the friendship between girls is also very beautiful. In addition, as a heroine, the "heroine" should also make her own choices in her own life, right? Maybe only by keeping writing can we understand what she and they really want.
I don't want to be a fabricator, but I want to record the stories in their little world, but I'm afraid I won't be able to tell them well.
Concept: If I have to say what material I want the moon to be made of, I hope it is stainless steel.