"If a flower is beautiful, sometimes I can't help but think: 'I want to survive.'" Shi Youer said, with a flower blooming quietly in the camera in his hand.
Fuji Shusuke squatted beside her, carefully admiring the face that became more and more beautiful under the sun. The breeze blew by, and a strand of hair swept across her eyebrows. Just listen to him say: "Even your fingertips are glowing with beautiful color."
Above his head, a sun umbrella tilted slightly, blocking the scorching light. Tezuka Kunimitsu stood behind him silently holding the umbrella, looking down at the soft top of his hair, his eyes even more gentle.
You are watching the scenery on the bridge, and the people watching the scenery are watching you upstairs.
In the distance, a tall figure slowly approached and came into the mirror in a moment. His clothes were flying as Shi Youer pressed the shutter in his hand. Slowly putting down the camera, the man walked up to him with a smile on his face.
"You're here." Shi Youer stretched out his hand and put it on the palm offered by the man, smiling sweetly.
At that moment, they heard the sound of flowers blooming.
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As the sun sets, the silhouettes of the four slowly stretch out on the grass where a hundred flowers bloom. Butterflies are flying and chasing each other. Not far away, a group of children wearing blue and white team uniforms are playing and playing, and the red clouds are spread in the sky like silk.
Their story is to be continued...