The black-haired woman stood on the edge of the cliff protecting the half-kneeling orange-haired man, her clothes rustling in the wind, like a scream.
He never thought that his guardians actually distrusted him so much, but he trusted them unreservedly, except for her.
But he knew that she didn't have any love for him. Everything she did was just because - he was the tenth generation of Vongola, and she believed in him, that's all.
The person she loved was the powerful young man who broke through all the obstacles in front of him with crutches, the most aloof cloud.
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