He is like moonlight, visible but intangible.
A head of silver-white hair, in Rangku's eyes, is like the moon in the sky, just out of reach.
A Zanpakutō can always bypass Rangiku in a ruthless moment.
A face that was always smiling, but spoke his sincerity when he left.
A smile that seeps into sadness.
Silver, why can't I enter your heart? You said you went to Aizen because of me, was it really not my misunderstanding?
I sent this article to my good friend Xiaosan. Hey, I originally wanted to write about Bai Fei.