The girl sat on the edge of the flying escape, gently swung her feet, and swayed slightly.
He held his hands on the edge of his flight, lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking.
"... I, what on earth am I?"
"You are my heart." The man who suddenly spoke came out. A pair of clear eyes that were so gentle that they seemed to drip water were clamped on a perfect and handsome face. His long and fine hair covered his smooth forehead and fell to his thick and long eyelashes. Under his white clothes, there was a delicate skin that was incomparable to anyone else. Under the afternoon sun, there was no blush at all, and his delicate face only showed a sickly paleness, but he always showed a noble and elegant temperament, which matched his tall and slender figure.
"What is the heart?" The girl raised her head and asked blankly.