I woke from sleep to a blurry expanse of white. The sudden, dazzling light made me shut my eyes. After a moment, I slowly opened them to a narrow slit. I did this again and again, until my dry eyes could finally bear the light pouring in from every direction. I lay on the milky-white marble floor, curled slightly on my side. Looking up, I could see intricate carvings of clouds across the gray-white dome above. Music spilled out like flowing water, soothing me. Even though my ears still felt as if they were submerged in water and could barely hear, I recognized Albinoni's Adagio, which I had played countless times.
I want you to know that I'm doing my best to live alone, far away where you can't reach me.
Another story -> If It Is Love
.
Well, yeah I'm also looking forward to the following story~
It's very well written, why don't you continue???
Although I didn't fully understand what I was talking about. . . . . . But, but, a little encouragement. . . . It seems that they just learned about the attack and reception situation. . . . . . . Author's reply: The plot quickly entered, and I couldn't hold it any longer. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to write it these days, which made me depressed. Thank you for your support.
By the way, I'm still thinking about your "If It's Love"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Author's reply: Sir, you are so kind. I was happy for a long time when I saw the first comment. Ruai will also step up. Thanks for the comment, take a bow