——Hey, you ask me, what is his lover like?
He said that his lover was as gentle as spring.
The breeze caressed gently, so the petals of cherry blossoms fell with the wind. The pink-haired boy standing under the cherry blossom tree stretched out his hand to catch the fallen cherry blossoms. Staring at the small Sakura in her hand, her pink eyes narrowed slightly and she smiled softly. As gentle as the spring breeze.
Spring, just like his name.
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