This is a short essay about Gillian~~
This woman, her name, her love, are destined to... Mohuangjiaobo...
The crescent cold moon shines on Nagato
From then on, she never took a step out of the vermilion door or saw that person.
But after countless midnight dreams, she should still remember that childhood joke
If I get Gillian, I will store it in a gold house
Many years later, the person who said those words is still there, but those who remember
It was just her and Nagato's bright moon.
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