Touken Ranbutaking over Dark Honmaru for Maeda

That day, I picked up a mushroom head, and then the whole spring. ＊ The lines between the two people are probably: the younger sister travels through time and encounters the lost Maeda when she is panicking. The two of them approach each other cautiously. It is true love, family, friendship and pet love. 1. Send a text for Maeda's love, cp text 2. First person 3. We do not accept intentional bad reviews. Please don't comment on Buddhist updates and free articles. Article trial reading: 1. Press-cut Hasebe washed it four times before the singer put me down and sat down. A white towel wrapped my hair, and the hand that had been covered was put down. The face that looked like a spring day was revealed, and it was a purple rose - Novalis scattered all over the ground in a humid spring. The beautiful Novalis raised her hand to wipe my hair, lowered her head and smiled at me: "I have asked Xiao Ye to find Guang Zhong to cook a small sweet soup for you. Do you want to drink it?" He seemed to be smiling all the time, with his eyes slightly bent and the corners of his mouth raised. What flowed in his eyes was a malachite-green river, which reminded me of the warmer spring days when green buds grew, and this river was a more brilliant blue-green. I also thought of press-cut Hasebe's purple color. Inexplicably, I held his hanging white sleeves and asked, "Will you go?" Then, the river became more beautiful, and as he kept rubbing his hair, the light fragrance spread from the side of his face. There is still heat on the top of my head, but this time the heat is the hand of the singing fairy. He said: "Of course." 2. Ke me, Ke me. I made the same mistake as when I painted his nail polish for the first time. This dreamy corridor is not the only one. There is still a large crowd of blooming Endless Summer in front of me, even more lush than what I just saw. The white, pink and blue are competing to break into my sight, and then a color more elegant than this light blue is sitting in the position I imagined, with a bouquet of Endless Summer in my hand. The edges of the blue-white petals were tinged with pink. Half of the dripping rain shattered into silver in the corridor, and half rolled down his wrist into his cuffs. Maybe he was annoyed by the rain, or maybe it was the groan from the wooden floor. He let go of the bunch of endless summer, tilted his head to look at us, and then he stood up. The rain fell all over the ground. The flowers shook the ground. I was stunned for a moment. In my ears was the sound of rain outside the corridor. The mixed sounds were extremely messy. In front of my eyes were endless summer bouquets, swaying in the pattering. It seemed like a hazy dream was separated between us. I almost thought he was California Qingguang's brother, although at this moment, messy words like "a red and blue pair since ancient times" flashed through my mind. They give me a very similar feeling. It is not the appearance of Maeda Toshiro and Hirano Toshiro, but the two of them give me more temperament. Mr. Endless Summer will be a little more calm than Kiyomitsu. Concept: After the intoxicating summer, it's autumn