The sickle moon is in the sky, the falling flowers are in the sky, the night rain is faint and the rainbow is falling, and the blood is falling.
Himegami Tea, a passer-by through time and space, in a world she is familiar with but not familiar with, as the last flower whisperer, writes those entanglements with him, with him, and his love and hate...
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Card! STOP! What kind of lyrical copywriting is this! I protest!
Bang! Boom! Wow! (A certain heroine was knocked unconscious and dragged away...)
An author appears: Ahem, in short, please pay more attention to this article, orz
(Audience: Hey, at least explain that suspicious sound just now!)