At the end of the summer of 2000, after the short summer vacation, I had my subject examination. Two days later, when I entered the new class, I saw a boy. That was the first time I saw him. I clearly remember that he was sitting on the right side of the second to last row in the middle group. Embracing him was like embracing pain. After many years, I decided to write this story, girls, as a warning, don't believe anyone's filter of suffering!
Purpose: A book of blood and tears for young girls