"Hey." The young black-haired girl bent slightly and looked at the curled-up blonde girl.
"...?" The blond girl raised her head, her eyes as beautiful and bright as the Milky Way were slightly confused, "Angel..."
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"Angel~ Let's play house, shall we?"
"Eh...? Ah, um!"
"Then Tarot will be the father and Angel will be the mother!"
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"That's enough! Stop getting in the way of Zhiwei and me, Taro Williams!"
"God..."
"Get lost! I, Yun Zili, don't want to see you again!"
"... I understand."
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——From that moment on, when she no longer used "Tarot" to call herself, we could only be strangers forever.
——She is no longer the angel of Tarot, she is just someone she knows, named Yun Zili.
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This is a tarolo I drew myself.