Dear Kenji. Every time he picked up the pen to write these letters, Hanaji's deeply short-sighted eyes would become blurred, and the texture of the paper suddenly changed, revealing the face that Hanaji loved so much.
Most of the time, it is a shallow smile. Occasionally, he will pout when he is angry. When he is surprised, his eyes will be round. When he is thinking seriously, he will frown. When he laughs, he will look like a child. When he is sad, his eyes will be as deep as the sea. No one can understand him.
Every expression and pattern of his looks is so familiar.
On the thin poem paper, everything about Fujima is vivid, with the vivid summer fragrance passing through the blue sky in the flower-shaped heart.
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