On a silent, rainy night, Yaomu was lying alone in his pitch-black home when the doorbell rang sharply.
He opened the door to find Qian Ling, a girl drenched to the skin, shivering in the rain. Her expression was like a lonely fishing light on a cold river at night, stirring the heart with sorrow.
That night was destined to be woven with countless stirrings, countless meanings, and countless tears.
Could the boy soothe the girl's deep, unforgettable sorrow and lead her toward a sunlit tomorrow?
What did the girl's visit on that rainy night really mean?
"Yaomu, have you ever been in love?"
"Then... would you like to try kissing a girl?"
Entwined feelings, an endless rainy night, and salvation in both directions.
The things I want to convey, the things that will never change, the things overflowing from my heart.
"I like you,
I mean,
goodbye."
Second review and further evaluation (super, super serious)
As someone of the same age, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of myself while reading the author's words. At eighteen, to weave the sensitivity, excitement, and pain of adolescence into such a dense tapestry of words is truly astonishing. This book, *Rainy Nights, Tears, and My Confession*, written by a peer, uses rainy nights as its backdrop and tears as its stitches, embroidering a vivid picture of redemption and growth amidst the overlapping breaths of young boys and girls. When the last page is turned, what remains in the palm of one's hand is not only the dampness, but also a beam of moonlight piercing through the rain. The author forges "rain" into a multifaceted narrative crystal: the pattering rain is a thousand bells sobbing...
The cats from No. 1 Middle School, raise your paws!
I haven't seen any updates from you for days. Haki Hai, you wouldn't be writing another work, would you?
It looks good.
Good brother, I love it! It's so well written! (˃ ⌑ ˂ഃ ) (Curls up into a ball of fur on the windowsill and wags its tail) Meow~ This light novel by Two-Legged Beast is like a fluffy wool pad baked in the sun! As the words roll past my eyes, even the tips of my ears twitch! (Suddenly slaps the pages with its paw pads) When the battle scenes are intense and my fur is puffed up, my paws involuntarily spring out of their sheaths! But when it comes to the scenes where the characters rub their cheeks against each other, my glossy fur suddenly becomes soft and fluffy! (Suddenly drags the corner of the book towards its bed) Especially the chapter where the male and female leads touch paw pads under the starry sky—oh wait, I mean, hold hands! How could you...
What happened?
Follow-up visit.
The first short story I saw has ended.
Two follow-up visits have been conducted.
The sequel was fantastic! Keep it up, I'm looking forward to your next work!
To be honest, this kind of writing is a waste of talent in the pineapple bun genre. The writing is so good it's like modern poetry. Although it's a novel with a Japanese setting, it really shouldn't be limited to pineapple buns. I'm impressed by your writing.