Echizen, Ryoma.
The boy with beautiful golden brown eyes, like a cat, is so proud, yet so sweet.
European style writing, ancient style writing, gloomy Gothic writing, if you like any of them, you are welcome to come, there will always be one suitable for you.
European style——
I thought a little self-deprecatingly that there would never be a shortage of people around him who were obsessed with him. Ryoma Echizen whispered these words against the roof of his mouth. He would never be short of people who were obsessed with him. Maybe after a long time, he would gradually forget about a marquis who was shattered for him, right?
I felt dissatisfied with this idea, so I put away all the emotions in my eyes, raised my head with a smile, "Well, Ryoma, do you mind giving me one last kiss?"
Ancient style——
"Ten, no, five years. Ryoma, wait for me for five years." He murmured so gently, gently brushing the young man's hair, "In five years, I will accompany you to ride the horse and whip, and scold Fang Qiu. Wait for me for five years, please, Ryoma."
Gothic style——
Gulu.
I heard that voice.
I stood in the corridor and watched blankly. After a while, a nurse poured out a basin of dirty blood. The water droplets were squeezed between each other, causing them to scream in pain, and the black blood slowly flowed down the sewer, dripping, dripping.