[Clean and Gentle Chief Magician × Passionate Straight Ball Female Knight]
What is gone is half of him and all of you, and what remains are just two empty shells mixed together. The familiar eyes in the mirror reflect only your own sadness. The only comfort in this parting is that you at least know what he looks like when he gets older.
This is an alternative solution about soul exchange. I am just the recorder of your story.
Concept: the ultimate BE aesthetics of soul exchange
