The first time she saw Hirako Mako was in the drizzle in late March.
"You are my first love."
He took her hand and placed a gentle butterfly kiss on the back of it.
A tongue-in-cheek, half-truth statement destined their love to be entangled for more than two hundred years.
A hundred years ago, you threw away my hand without mercy.
A hundred years later, you won't even look at me.
Makoto, I gave my heart to you, but where did you put it?
This article is a serious drama, slow-burning, I don't know about big or small abuse, I just know that if I have the chance to abuse, I will definitely let it go, and I won't stop until the hero and heroine are tortured to death.
※Announcement: Sorry, my inspiration has been stuck for a while recently, so I haven't updated the article. I will update it this weekend (as a celebration of the relaunch of the Bleach series), so please stay tuned!
Because the academic pressure has become heavier and I have to apply for schools, the fastest I can do is update twice a week, and the slowest I can update is every week! Thank you all for your patience and support!
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