I already know this wild summer, so I don't care about the lingering sweltering heat and boring people here in all four seasons as long as I'm still breathing. But the pious eyes of the girl standing under the scorching sun grape vines were full of fanatical following. The strange and trembling dance of life, accompanied by the irresistible hot monsoon, struck before my eyes.
Note: First-person perspective, completely fictitious background, abnormal healthy emotional relationship. A tired noble lady x an extremely attached girl. I will write about modern derivatives later, and the character will shift significantly. Updated from time to time, not included in v.
Intention: Our beginning?
