Concubine Sakurai deeply liked Ryuzaki Satoru, but her confession was rejected. Ryuzaki kept Sakurai by his side in the name of a friend.
Sakurai's existence was only to heal Ryuzaki. It wasn't until Sakurai was about to lose his light that Ryuzaki began to realize the importance of Sakurai. Perhaps, love has always existed...
This is a short story (I don't know if it can be called a novel)
I wrote them all a long time ago, and I'm actually not good at writing. But I wanted to write it down anyway. Although the character names are very unreal, the material does come from around me.
What is the highest state of love? This question still bothers me to this day.
Simply being together, getting married, having children...
I don't think it's enough. We love each other but exist as individuals. It's far from enough...
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