George Holmes

Injury is also a flower woven by hands on the vine of time

I was helplessly ready to cry. Before that, I was insulted for the first time in my life: on the blackboard newspaper, I do not know which boy bored me and another boy's love story casually woven into a wind dream. My family accident, which was already haunting me, made it even worse, and I hired a few accomplices to hastily erase the lettering on the blackboard, leaving the blame to the public.