"Why can I only have the fate of seeing the flowers but not the leaves?"
Reborn clearly remembered that that afternoon, the brown-haired boy looked at the coquettishly blooming Manzhushahua and spoke in a calm tone. The backlight made it difficult for him to see the boy's expression clearly.
How did you answer?
"Instead of thinking about boring things, why don't you go back and change the files!"
One word becomes a prophecy.
Did you anticipate it?
If it happens again, I will hold you tight.
What a pity.
There is no if.