The cherry blossom forest where we first met is now drizzle and misty again. The rain has withered the cherry blossoms, the dried blood on the body is close to the skin, and the evening wind is biting and cold. The petals were numerous and scattered with the wind. He just stood there for a long time, his heart soaked by the rain, without caring. ???
"16:29"?????????
"Sorry?"??????
"The time he left was 16:29"?????????????????????????
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"Please let me live longer, I haven't taught him to live alone yet"??????????????????????????????????????????
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Intention: I don't want you to get hurt, even in an illusion