Currently writing - "The Process of Self-Rescue for Heroic Disease", everyone is welcome to take a look~
Listening to the radio talking about history in the middle of the night,
It talks about a princess and a general,
Sent out of feeling,
So I wrote this article
He looked at the cold corpse in front of him,
What I was thinking about was the first time I saw her,
He knew that she was probably unwilling to marry him.
He knows she wants to be free
But...
It's just a little bit worse. Why is it just a little bit worse?
A little inspiration
Don't like light squirting
Intention: Life or death is the highest state of love
