That year, he decided his life with a dried persimmon.
"I will never eat dried persimmons again." He looked at him and said, throwing the persimmons in his hands to the ground and crushing them with his feet.
Ichimaru Gin felt that something in his heart was shattered bit by bit along with the persimmon, leaving no trace.
He was the first person he fell in love with.
The right smile, the look that is neither arrogant nor humble, and the half-closed eyes reveal a dangerous message.
He is his.
Aizen thought as he looked at Ichimaru Gin's walking figure.
The plot of Lan Da Yinzi and Xiao Bai's story has not been decided yet.
I haven't decided whether it's tangled or delicate, plain or dark.
Just take it one step at a time. If someone reads the article, it will be finished. If few people read it, I'm not sure if it will be abandoned.
H is so awesome... Maybe there will be... [Laughing