They say pure-blooded female ghosts are incredibly rare.
And because they are rare, they have no freedom.
With no freedom, all I can do is chase a love that was never meant to be.
Of three thousand waters, I choose only one to love with all my heart.
You leave your mark across the tides of history, while I search for you in silence through endless years.
All you want is a magnificent final curtain call beneath a snowfall of cherry blossoms.
And I can only spend my long years as the most silent observer of this grand drama.
If this is your dream, then I'll shield you from every unnecessary thorn, even if what lies ahead is not the glorious sight others expect.
Whether you come or go, I'll always be here.
At the very end, did my feelings reach you clearly?
<An earnest, lyrical story, but the author's imagination runs wild> Bad at character design, bad at cover design, bad at controlling the plot. Please go easy on me.
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Oops, I'm crying so hard. Author-san, please return my tears to QAQ
I finished reading it, but I didn't understand it…