The first time she met him, she was less than 15 years old. At that time, she was thinking: If the god her mother said really existed, it would be a hundred times inferior to him.
It was the first time she had a birthday wish. She whispered in her heart that she hoped to be with Master all the time, watching the colorful sunsets in spring and counting the stars in the sky in summer.
In the dream, the warmth of his white sleeves was still there, but when I woke up, everything became this cruel look.
At this moment, there was a very small voice in her heart, if, if only, she had not reached out her hand at that time, it would have been fine.