He'd always thought Qiu Mu was probably some thousand-year-old monster who never aged and stayed young forever. Or perhaps she was a little elf who would disappear once Akashi became wood.
Every morning, she'd leave behind some beautiful words. Every afternoon, she'd chat and reminisce with Akashi. Every night, he could hear her faint breathing as she slept soundly.
The day would pass, and perhaps there would be a tomorrow. More beautiful words, more gentle and sweet greetings, more faint breathing.
Time was the one thing Akashi alone could never control, but he had never realized how powerless he was before it.
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So the Grandpa Hibiscus article is BE?
I cried so much that I burst into tears
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