"What can you think of with the word ""?" Yuki Kanako asked with a smile: "A peachy erotic dream? A brutal and bloody fight? Or... Or..."
The two "or"s stopped him and her.
The laughter gradually faded away, the eyes turned into glass, and the plain clothes turned into crimson, getting redder and more eerie——
When I woke up, it was still her in the dream, her figure furling her sleeves and turning around, fading away.
"Now! I have stopped crying, but my laughter is uglier than my tears. When are you going to come back?"
One-sentence introduction: To put it simply, it is the tangled history of Xiaobai's struggle to fall in love with a pair of red eyes and give up his name for it.
(The author floats away~~ Crowd: Come back! Come back! This is the God of Death~ not a hunter~)
——Taka Ling's "してる"
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