The years of peace are warm as spring blossoms,
with willow fluff stretching endlessly,
like the thousand-mile snowy mountains of old, where you searched for me to make sure I was safe.
--The Third Love Letter
You said you were alone, but your reflection made two. Later, three walked the road together, bound by a long love that endured through the years.
--Words from beneath an image
The Iron Triangle's life in Yucun.
Ten years of angst was enough for me, so this story is heartwarming.
This story is told in first person.
Also, this is fanfiction of The Grave Robbers' Chronicles.
Premise:
It is obviously an ordinary life, but it looks a little melancholy. Well
I feel a bit sad and desolate in the ordinary feeling