The wind picked up.
One piece, two pieces, three pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six pieces, seven pieces, the pink petals fell in the wind and confused the sight.
There was a moist smell of plants in the air, and the only sound left in the world was the sound of flowers blooming. Big cherry blossoms began to fall one after another, one, two, three, four, five, six, or seven, like light spots solidifying into debris and becoming a sea. And time is frozen at this moment and can never be dissolved again.
Kudo Shinichi looked around and saw the paths winding deep into the forest to see where she was.
The young man stood under the cherry blossom tree, and the fine petals fell on his shoulders.
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