Bailuolan, born at the turn of spring and summer, will wither after the rainy season, leaving only broken flowers and fallen leaves all over the ground.
It seems to tell people to seize the opportunity of happiness and not let it go easily...
Twelve years ago, he rescued a soft little girl from pirates. Although she was timid and fearful, he had the courage to pull on his cloak, blushing and said that no matter what, it would be fine, please take her with him.
"I know how to make wine, trust me."
The slender fingertips were trembling, and it was the hottest look he had ever seen, like a lonely traveler finally seeing the light.
She is learning sailing, camping, cooking and shooting for the first time. Life at sea is far more dangerous and free than on land. The four seasons, soaked in gunpowder smoke, have reincarnated several times, and her soft emotions have grown stronger and longer.
When the first blush of spring cherry blossoms fell, she grew into a pure and flawless flower under his careful care. Until the bar dancer was tainted by the familiar smell of tobacco, she thought she was different. Beatrice smiled faintly and stood on tiptoe to kiss her thin lips at all costs. Something began to fall out of her eyes.
"From the moment you put down the rifle in your hand and slowly approached me, you were the only one in my world."
Beckman lowered his eyes, feeling that the reason he was proud of was peeling off layer by layer. Even though he didn't want to admit it, his heart was already slightly shaken...
1. The story begins in Foxia Village 12 years ago. Except for the restoration of the plot, the rest is fictitious and can be read by those who can accept it.
2. Follow Oda's settings to correct unreasonable plots at any time.
3. Please leave messages rationally and do not accept overly vicious criticism.
Intention: To like is to meet an opponent in chess, to love is to be willing to be defeated.
