"So, what’s your name?" he asked, sucking on a lollipop.
"Um... Misuhiru Locabred." The wind gently caressed her silver hair, and her voice was so sweet. The breeze carried the sugary scent of her, so lovely.
This is a story about a man and a woman. If that's not your thing, please look elsewhere.
In this article, the author seems to have written Blake to pieces////Come on! Waiting for the update!
It's so artistic~~~~~~ (exclamation)
- - What should I say? . .
It's so beautiful, keep writing.