Many, many years later, when the wanton and proud youth had quietly passed away, when the green years had passed away, Atobe Keigo held the photo and finally burst into tears.
"I admit, I love you... I lost."
"Zhouzhu, do you think there will be a land and heaven after death?"
"I don't know... Hey, how come Xiaobai is thinking about such a heavy issue?"
"Probably because it suddenly occurred to me."
At that time, the grass along the river was growing and warblers were flying, and the white clouds were gray. He thought everything would be beautiful forever.
No.
Now, but, Xiaobai, where are you?
The heroine is not a novice, she is not omnipotent, she is a bit of a virgin sometimes
I just wanted to write a reasonable story.
The male lead has not yet been decided, but he should not be Mr. Narcissus. He is so brilliant that my daughter's eyes cannot bear the stimulation of bright light. Maybe it's not Fuji, she is an angel and my daughter is not worthy of being a mortal... However, it's hard to say everything.
I would like to write this article in memory of my favorite Fuji Shusuke.