With just one glance, he saw through her identity.
She respected him, feared him, and distanced herself from him. Even so, she still couldn't help herself.
She is nicknamed "Master" by her friends and friends, but who can see through her soft heart?
Holding my hand and sharing the wind and rain, you are the wisest in the world, and I hold the flying flowers with my sword.
It was supposed to be a match made in heaven, but when the fog gradually lifted...
Why——are you like this?