I liked Volemort a lot before writing this, but as I write this I can't help feeling that this guy is really hard to guide! ! Probably a series where the heroine will die if she's not skinny~
"There is nothing in your eyes." He sighed.
"I have you." She sighed.
"You may not know, but I always remember the first time I saw you." He ran his fingers along the spines of the rows of books and lowered his head slightly.
She raised her head and said, "Then do you want me to make you forget everything?"
"Every time you do something, you don't do it thoroughly! Are you waiting for me to clean up your mess?" He roared at his subordinates, "You are all outstanding people who graduated from Hogwarts and are the heads of pure-blood families, and you still want me to wipe your butts?"
She burst out laughing, and he stretched his eyebrows and asked in a low voice, "Why are you laughing?"
"I'm just making up my mind." She shrugged.
From Asia to Europe, we exist for hope and wait for hope.
She said casually, but she just felt that your pursuit was vain.
You have to go through some torture to know how valuable it is. It would be nice if our first encounter could be better. It was so unremarkable that I had no impression when I met you again. Even if it happened again and again, I had no memory, until I found that I started to see me in your eyes.
I can't tell when I started to include you in the reason for my existence in this world, whether it was from that day when you were next to the bookshelf and the sun hit your eyelashes, or that night when the stars were shining brightly and your elongated silhouette on the ground, or when you hesitated to speak and finally smiled at me when you graduated. I don't know at which moment in this scene time started to stop me.
The lotus flowers in the pond bloomed and failed, and when they bloomed again, the story of you and me is a legend passed down by others.