A letter was delivered to Lord Phantomhive's desk, and the sender was signed Lin.
At that time, you had just finished your five-year mission, and you didn't know that the head of the family had changed. You wrote a letter as soon as possible, briefly informing the count that you would come to visit him in the future, and at the same time set off for London.
The last piece of the puzzle fell into place, the gears of fate were perfectly aligned, and the curtain slowly opened on the stage of London, England in the 19th century.
The fog is everywhere, who takes whom seriously?
Who defines it? There is only one shape of love.
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*Second person all you Otome Xiang, you = Lin
*A mixture of animation and comics, with a large number of private settings and magic modifications,
*inevitable ooc
*There are a lot of fabrications in history, and the party will show mercy
Purpose: Looking for love in the whirlpool of the times