"The abyss surged and rolled down the ice flowers. It will no longer be as gentle as that day."
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That year, a hand that was completely different from him, even noble, reached out to him who was half-crouched, half-crouched, and even stinking of dirt, and handed him a handkerchief: "Stop crying."
From now on, the little beggar could never forget him. He carefully cared for him in his heart and watched silently beside him.
It wasn't until later that he realized that he was an obsession that he could not let go of throughout his life.