"The corners of the mouth cracked slightly, and then closed, and there was a syllable. From the slight trembling in the abdomen to the throat, every choke was unexpectedly profound.
Repeatedly and silently, it was just one syllable.
A little more, a little more about that person, I can no longer bear to give up.
All the longings only end here. What you are carrying is about to overflow, but it only ends here. I'm afraid that if it goes a little longer, I'll burst into tears; if it goes a little deeper, my heart will stop.
But I still want to say it, those words that are imprisoned in my stomach and cannot escape all day long.
I'm afraid that if it takes longer, they will be so exhausted that they lose the courage to escape. I'm also afraid that my longing will be too overwhelming... And they will eventually be unable to restrain me.
——I like you.
——I like you. Yagyu Hiroshi. "
Appropriately
This is a convulsive product of an unscrupulous author with a love that is against the sea...
This is an observation diary that gathers all kinds of wonderful animals and plants...
This is a story about shiny creatures and ordinary girls...
Youth and sweat will pass away.
Only love.