Time is the cruelest thing, but it can also be a cure.
When what was broken is rebuilt, piece by piece,
when the wounds of loss slowly scab over,
between protecting and being protected,
is it the sorrow of leaving,
or the pain of staying?
Equivalent exchange is the most fundamental law of the universe.
When the memories you once had are lost,
can you still be yourself?
In the process of searching and being found,
how should we distinguish between loss and gain?
★A sad little warning: This story is simply something I came up with to break through writer's block. The outline is already done, so I'm definitely not abandoning it.★
★However, updates will be irregular and very slow until I finish <Soap>, so proceed with caution.★
Ah~ Such a lovely article, please update the next chapter quickly, calling Tata
There are so many pitfalls, Tata, can you please update more? I want to watch soap, why did you open another trap? Are you stuck?
In Tata's novels, the supporting characters are so cute and heart-warming~
So did little Sif bravely go to find the elf, or did the elf meet Sif by chance? …
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh finally restarted after so long and updated for two days in a row! Sir, please stick to it!
I'm really stuck here... Isn't it a trap?
Great article, it's really depressing to stop here before we meet.
Sending flowers, hope to continue to update
Updated, sending flowers, hope it can continue to be updated.
Updated, sending flowers, hope to continue to update