Even if he has great power, it is difficult to find the one he likes.
Even if you are as proud as frost and snow, you can't escape the deep affection.
If he hated it, he only hated himself for being the reason for her displeasure.
If she was complaining, she only complained about putting him at the forefront of her heart so easily.
Sigh that the world of mortals is rolling in, and there is no end to the shopping.
An alluring white snow covers up the hustle and bustle of the world, can it bury the sorrow of mortal fate?
Is he capable of doing this?
As before, as before, how like before?