One woman, several men. A clean romance.
Though I'm pretty lustful, I can't stand having my own writing be lewd and depraved.
So, sorry, you naughty girls.
I want to know who I really am.
I also want to know whether the person you're looking for, the one you love, is really me.
I can't stand the idea of past lives and present lives. Does reincarnation really mean nothing?
Or has everyone gone crazy,
so crazy that they've turned the person right in front of them into a dream?
Then please stop pestering me. I'm sixteen this year, and I have no memories of a past life.
So I'm naive, and I can be moved by feelings I don't understand.
Like a moth flying into a flame.
Why make things so difficult for a young woman like me?
