Yizhi likes Tatara too, but she has never told anyone about those feelings.
Not even Tatara.
Because she thinks her love is too selfish.
She's just an ordinary person. Without Tatara, Yizhi thinks she might have wasted her whole life.
I love that person, but that doesn't give me the right to hold him back.
He belongs with that king.
That year, we cried, laughed, and went wild.
That year, we met, parted, and came to understand each other.
That year, that year...
So many years have passed...
Those were beautiful, cruel days gone by.
But I know.
Until your dying breath...
You never changed.-------------------------
Sure enough, I couldn't resist starting a new project. This time, I'm going for a lyrical style and will try not to break character. The heroine isn't strong or stupid, but she is a little Mary Sue-ish. There's still time to leave. I can't promise to finish or update regularly, so please do your best to keep this short story alive. There
will be no romance! I'll say it again! There will be no romance!!!
