A moment ago, the person who was in perfect harmony with each other and their fingers intertwined, the warmth of his fingertips still remained on the skin. But when he woke up, there was only a lone soul left in this world. What kind of despair must it be?
A moment ago, the person who was in perfect harmony with each other and their fingers intertwined, the warmth of his fingertips still remained on the skin. But when he woke up, there was only a lone soul left in this world. What kind of despair must it be?