There are no rules in the world, only love as it is.
This is the story of Mori Mori and Mori Ogai.
The beginning of this article is my jealousy of Mori Moli and her Zao Luo.
Yes, I am a lemonader.
Especially the sentence in Mori Moli's introduction, "She can show off this love for her whole life," strongly aroused my discomfort, so I started this article. My writing style is limited and I am in the third grade of elementary school. Please sort out mines by yourself.
By the way, not only do I want to make myself jealous of Sen Jasmine, I also want my heroine to hate her.
Welcome to the You and Me channel under the lemon tree.
I wish I could be Mori Moli, the daughter who is doted on by her father. I long for the Western fairy tale-like childhood, the absolute sense of security, the memory of being completely loved by a man - Arai Kazusan
Intention: The greatness of father's love