Comprehensive Comic Main Conan + Golden Strings Who Belongs to Whom

On the banks of the London River, with white clouds lingering, the boy with short brown hair and burgundy eyes has a smile on his lips, which means he has been destined for this life. On the streets of New York, falling flowers were flying, and the man with long black hair and dark green eyes had been bound to him for a lifetime by looking back. In the golden hall, music was everywhere. The ice-blue haired boy had light golden eyes, and he looked cold but had fatal tenderness. Everyone has his own different story, and the moonlight gradually becomes brighter. We have to believe that the game has begun.