The beginning of all this story is like a fable.
I am the sword he is about to swing, with all its brilliance dissipated, ready to be drawn out of its sheath with murderous intent.
In fact, I am not a greedy person. All I hope is to bloom a bright smile of my own and find my own warmth. But, it turned out that I couldn't get anything...
Although this is the full version, the shortened version will be published in the magazine recently, so I will lock it here first. I will unlock it as soon as the shortened version comes out.
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