Paro during Prohibition in the United States
When Al thought back, he felt like he had seen an angel - under the soft street lights, Arthur's short golden hair was shining with a faint luster, and the emerald eyes under his impressive eyebrows were as warm as water. He slowly stretched out his hand to hold his own. The heat from the close palm was warm and reassuring, and the hell of blood and despair was far away...
So the young boy was struck down in an instant.
Although he still didn't quite understand what it was like, in any case, he just started his first love with no way out inexplicably.
Of course, yes, that's right, the above scenes are all filtered by Arna's mind that can appreciate scones indifferently ← Arthur.
In fact, at that time, Arthur's black clothes were stained with dust and blood, and he had just finished breaking up a man with red dots on his face. The murderous intention had not dissipated and the low pressure was gathering. He pulled Al up from the pile of corpses.
——"Hey! Boy! Can you still move? If you don't want to die, just follow me!!"...
No wonder the crowd reacted unanimously every time Al talked about his first love with an intoxicated look on his face.
——Holy shit, who is that?! ! ! ! !
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