The mint fragrance in my memory lingers in my nose, and the familiar blue shirt is looming, as if I can see those pale eyes when I open my eyes. As my thoughts became clearer, I knew this dream was coming again. I can't remember how many days he left, leaving nothing but the hairpin. I stood up and sat in front of the mirror and put the hairpin into my bun. Looking at it carefully, I couldn't help but sigh that he had really good eyesight. My plain face was made more vivid by this hairpin. . . . . (The introduction is weak... I'll post the beginning and take a look~ This article is not updated at all, so be careful, the author's stepmother must be tortured in all kinds of ways~ No abuse, no pleasure~)