Content introduction: I always think about it and do everything possible to delay the step of confession that should have been taken long ago. So this is not my story, it is her story. This is her majestic travelogue through the magical night of Kyoto. It is also a bitter record of my failure to ascend to the leading role and have to be a pebble on the roadside. Readers, please carefully consider her cuteness and my stupidity, and feel the joy of life like the taste of almond tofu. Please also support me.
