Kurosawa Sumiya×Takenoro
Japanese style, the Japanese knowledge in the article is not true
Sawa Sumiya still remembers the temperature of the falling snow on the day he first arrived at Taketori's house.
He ran into a warm room from the vast white snow, curled up in the corner and shivered, and the melted snow almost wet the hair on his body.
A pair of hands hugged him. They were not warm and even a little cold hands. The temperature was like the unmelted snowflakes on his body, but it made people extremely attached.
Taketori Shun, who was fashionable and not the head of the family, looked at him with a smile, "Why is there a little black cat here?"
The temperature in Taketori Shun's palm remained the same for the next seven years, like the bright moon that never sets at night, it remained in his heart and never changed.
He stayed with Taketori Shun for nearly seven years and thought this was his home.
So when he was holding Taketori Shun's relic, but it was pressed under his brother's body, Kurosawa Sumiya couldn't help but chattered his teeth.
He looked at the man in front of him. The man had similar eyebrows to Taketori Shun, but he was colder and tougher than his brother. At first glance, Kurosawa Sumiya felt in a trance, as if Taketori Shun was not dead yet, and the man on his body was not his brother.
A layer of moisture covered his eyes, and his heart felt like it was on a cold altar, but his body was getting hotter and hotter, and he could hardly breathe.
He knew that everything was caused by the existence called Xue Zhongdu.
Purpose: Cherishing life is everyone's responsibility