Visiting time is almost here. I ended up giving the Winter Demon Ice King an illusion. In the blue-violet lavender fields of Provence. The Winter Demon Ice King is acting as my model. I hold a drawing pen in my hand and write and draw on the white paper. Not far away, a child whose appearance was unclear was practicing sword practice with a beautiful retro long sword in his hand. The Winter Demon Ice King wears a white floral dress. I'm wearing a black medieval dress. The child is wearing a white suit. Black shorts. The three of us held hands and walked along the quiet stone road in the afternoon. It is an avenue of cherry blossoms. Pink and tender cherry blossoms are floating in the sky. Just let us go home together. Winter Demon Ice King. I'm waiting for you. Don't forget my love.
Time flies. I returned to the milk tea shop alone. But my heart was left with the Winter Demon Ice King who was in hell.
After. I will also tell the Winter Demon Ice King.
Keep waiting. Wait until. She left hell and came back to me.
I will dispel the darkness from her.
I will love her well.
Will be very happy.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
