Blanc was born in Gotham Shadow, he is a monster, no one can see him, no one can listen to him, he is used to traveling through the darkness, if he does not see the light.
At the dilapidated and dirty alley, the rain soaked the entire Gotham. A small sun suddenly appeared in the crime alley, blinding him. When he came back to his senses, he saw a shining soul.
The first time I saw Jason, he was huddled in a pile of rags in Crime Alley. A few sheds made of wooden boards and rags were his safe haven for the thin and small person.
The rain wet his clothes, the wind made him shiver, his face was red from the cold, he was sick.
For the first time, Blanc didn't like rainy days. A small rain was taking away the health of little Jason.
He was homeless, he had no fixed abode, he was alone, he liked him and picked him up. This was the little sun he met. Whoever struck first would belong to him. He was too slow, and now the little sun was his.
Blanc: He's awake, so cute~
Jason: I'm awake, I'm dead! What the hell is this? !
The article is about passion, the thoughts I had before going to bed last night. I'm afraid I won't forget it if I don't write it down, so I'll write a record first.
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Scribbling on the timeline, stew in one pot, inviting everyone to eat a hodgepodge, the cook is just average, sorry
Intention: Let us revel in tears together