He always felt that Qiu Mu was probably a thousand-year-old demon who lived forever and remained young forever; maybe she was an elf who disappeared when Akashi died.
Every morning I would leave some beautiful words, every afternoon I would chat with Akashi and reminisce about old times, and every night I could hear her faint breathing as she slept soundly.
After today, maybe there will be tomorrow. There are also beautiful words, gentle and sweet greetings, and slight breathing sounds.
Akashi alone cannot control time, but he never realized that he was so powerless in the face of time.
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