My life began in March when the wind and flowers were in full bloom. Unfortunately, the streets and alleys of Yokohama were not lush with greenery, and only the irregular and cold spring remained in my memory.
The wind brought the breath of the towering clouds and green pine trees on the mountain top, but no one held the fragile early spring snow on the branches and buds of the cypress trunks for me.
"At least you survived. You can watch for me as this sad world keeps going back and forth between oxidation and reduction, between injury and recovery, and between death and rebirth."
So am I lucky? Probably yes.
Selene didn't understand too much, so Rimbaud patiently held her hand and guided her forward. She was like a toddler, ignorant, but she had not lost the ability to learn.
Selene lost too much, so Zhongyuan Zhong patiently picked up the messy past piece by piece and pieced together a complete Selene. She was like a fragmented moon, bright and clear, but unfortunately she had long lost the ability to love.
But it doesn't matter, there are enough people who love her in the world.
So is she lucky? She thought she was lucky enough.
○The protagonist is female, all members are CB-oriented
○Because I am French, I tend to be more affectionate toward France.
○Little sadistic pleasure, knife warning
○The author does not make any references to the original work, please do not put your face in the female video article! ! ! There is no deputy CP, only CB direction! Don't mention BL related things!
○A large number of private plots in the early stage
○A large number of original works do not involve the haunts of literary heroes, please pay attention to lightning protection
Intention: Loving her is like raising flowers, flowers are like the sea, love is like nutrients