The cold moonlight shines on his body through the window, his jet black hair is draped over his shoulders, and his deep emerald green eyes stare at me without any emotion, but the strange green tears on his fair face are so sad.
This was my first time meeting Ulquiorra.
This is my first time writing an article as a little girl. It's certain that the storyline is ridiculous, that the updates are slow, and that the number of words is small. Students who can't stand it are best to just click on the red cross on the upper right. So that everyone doesn't get confused.