She once rolled and crawled in the mud and blood and fire, and he once wrote furiously in the lonely office.
When she met him, she didn't see his exhaustion and loneliness, and he didn't see her scars.
The perfect ice sculptured face, the nonchalant smile, the incompatibility of fire and water, and the disgust of looking at each other.
When will the distant superior-subordinate relationship, two originally unrelated parallel lines, intersect?
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Give me strength! Let me, a little fresh time-jumping emperor in my daily life, write a story from the 19th century! !
The male protagonist Arnold. Because Amano was stingy and didn't give him a last name, she gave him one =. =
The heroine is a single-cell (pseudo) creature with a flat front and a straight back, and it is difficult to distinguish male and female.
There's coolness, there's fighting, there's nothing about Mary Sue, there's nothing about H, there's JQ? Don't even think about it.
Hidden abuse, the main cure, can be eaten with peace of mind.
So, let's get started w