Pomegranate Tree with Black Eyes

I was about to leave this city and returned to the old house that was about to be demolished to remember the past. I happened to meet a young man with a bright smile. I had an incredible journey with him. "So, why are you here today?" I asked a question that even seemed strange to me. "It's to meet you." The young man said without hesitation, his eyes shining. Short story. A healing little story with love. Greedy, I want to write eighty-eight slightly magical short stories, in the name of eighty-eight constellations. I write it in between writing long stories and post them from time to time. Also, the background of each story cover is a starry sky map corresponding to the constellation. O(*￣￣*)o