The Italian afternoon sun shone warmly on Sawada Tsunayoshi's body through the thin window. He stretched his hand out of the window and spread it out in the sun. The big empty ring on the back of his hand burned brightly, stinging his eyes. The Vongola ring is a trace of their acquaintance, and the memories come up in waves like a tide. He is like a confused tide watcher, watching the ebb and flow of memories. That was youth that can never be returned to.
Conception:
I actually like Xiao Gu better