By the time he recovered from his injury, it was already April, and the flowers he planted in the courtyard were all blooming. The cherry blossoms in the garden, as well as the clusters of golden mountain flowers, were bright and brilliant.
He held your hand and wrote a poem on the paper
"The mountains are blowing and the flowers are blooming seven or eight times."
It's so pitiful that I don't have any children."
"Mrs."
"Huh?"
"Let's have a baby
Concept: Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba Otome