We ask for the beauty of nature to flourish, so that the rose of beauty will never wither.
——Sonnet·Shakespeare
The brown-haired boy looked at the sky in the distance - there was no sun, no moon, no stars, no clouds, no... Nothing. It was empty, with the faint sound of wind echoing between heaven and earth. A trace of hesitation flashed across the young man's brown-black eyes.
The man with blond hair and golden eyes leaned on the red lounge chair, orange flames flying from his forehead, which seemed to be both warmth and destruction. He waited patiently for the boy's answer, as if he already understood the boy's answer. There was a smile on his lips, but it seemed sad.
——There are some roads that can only be walked alone.
The road is too long, the night is too dark, and no one can accompany you to the end.
My child, you must be strong, people must grow.
The sky contains not only rain, thunder, clear fog, clouds and all kinds of weather, but also countless stars and countless fates that are pressing on you.
The young man looked at the man: "First Generation, I have decided..."
——I know
I know the road is difficult to walk
But I also know that in order to protect, I need strength
A power that can destroy even loneliness.
The young man wore a ring - [vongola] on his hand, and in the darkness, there was a trace of firelight.
[This is a collection of short stories]
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