A story that begins in a dream and ends in a dream.
When they meet again three hundred years later, will she still remember what he looked like?
Will he still keep the promise he made back then?
Perhaps a lifetime of peace was never attainable. No one can have everything without a single regret. Or perhaps regret itself is peace.
That's why so few people remember stories that are plain and uneventful. Instead, imperfection becomes eternal in our hearts.
I don't want a lifetime of peace. Let's just be good to each other and live well in the present, okay?
The breeze brushes past, yet I never hear your answer.
I'm terrible at writing blurbs, and I haven't even decided where the story is going yet. I'm totally open to everyone's suggestions~ I still want to be a loving mom, so please support me (≧?≦)
The new book is good, but I still have more to say. By the way... Please update, please QAQ