The crimson story, the love of peach, the hope of blue, the love of elegant purple.
The flower language of narcissus is respect. If it is true love, then this love must contain respect. Ten years ago, Ito Raoho's family suffered an accident. When ten years passed, Ito Raoho, who investigated the accident ten years ago as a prosecutor, encountered spiral contradictions and spiral contradictions one after another. How will she choose? Facing them who have been in love with her for ten years, how will she face her own life: My wife Miu: I saved Ito Raoho with my own life, but why doesn't she love me? Tokugawa Chi: In order to get her, even if I really have to turn into a ghost, I will not hesitate. Nanmu Ling: I love her...
This is a gradual bending process, so please be patient.
This is a dream. It was because of this dream that I became connected with my beloved, although now I have lost her. However, I still want to finish writing her.
At the same time, this is also a postscript. There is a more magnificent history waiting for me to write.