Simple liking turned into purposeful approach. Coldness, white moonlight, conspiracy, the story starts from here... He gave her a chance to live, hoping that they would not owe each other anything in this life, but fate played tricks on people. "Huh~ I finally relented." In the darkness, the pen in the man's hand spun around and around, then fell on the table with a "pop". The corners of his mouth raised a nice curve, and his thin lips lightly opened "game start"
"When I was thirteen or fourteen years old, that boy's rare smile made me dare not forget..."
Concept: Late love is cheaper than grass