"Ayu, don't go, please."
The once arrogant and unruly boy was now crying bitterly on a rainy night. With an almost pleading attitude, he tried to retain the girl in front of him.
The rain in the sky is getting heavier and heavier. As if crying for something. For love? Or is it the hatred born of love?
"Heh, Shen Shenyu, who do you want to greet when I thank you? You come and go as soon as you wave them away?"
"Ayu, come back to me, please."
"Ayu, my Ayu."
Intention: I wish to win the heart of one person and never be separated until we grow old.