I am Ayan. No matter in the past life or in this life, as far as I can remember, I have always been called Ayan, so I am naturally Ayan.
I remember that it was probably in my previous life. I couldn't see what the top of the tall building looked like when I raised my head. I tried hard to see clearly, but I couldn't see clearly. Instead, my eyes filled with tears because of this. My eyes filled with tears did not become brighter, but my vision became blurry.
I always hope that when I stand at the crossroad, someone behind me will call "Ayan, Ayan, let's go home~~"
But now, lowering my head and caressing the ancient embroidery on my clothes, I thought, no one must have called me, otherwise how could the fine stitches be so real.
In her previous life, Ayan had no parents or friends. I don't know love and I don't have hate. . Everything is light and airy~~
In this life, who gives me affection and who teaches me love. . .