The wind chimes on the bicycle were ringing, as sad as March, "You are such a terrible person!" Amber, who was hiding in the shadows, became cold for a moment, "She shouldn't be in your heart. Instead of being ruined by a man like you, I would rather find that person and take her back forcefully."
He accepted the oncoming punch with a calm face, "Do you only have this strength in your fist? You have to hit harder." He lowered his head, chuckled and let the opponent tighten his grip.
The dark green hair on the forehead was close to the delicate skin, and wisps of fine sweat oozed out from the green blood vessels that suddenly burst out due to anger. The wind slightly blew off the small petals swaying on the top of the silver hair on the opposite side. He clenched the hair that turned green and was already unable to resist the urge again. The clenched teeth were green and white, "This is what you said..."
Several bare fists were swung down in succession without mercy.
Under the vines, broken pieces of white paper were floating in the puddle. "Do you only have this strength in your fist? You have to hit harder." The remaining juice condensed into sharp ice on the white shirt, "I told you, this strength is useless to me."
After a while, "Hey..." Just like her tone to him, the hanging white bandages were scattered in the air, "I don't plan to leave her."