Library

When a heavy book is opened by a pair of hands, a period of dust-laden time reappears. Although it lacks vivid images and sounds, although it remains in the form of text. But, that is, joy; that is, warmth; that is, dependence; That is, disappointment; that is, heartbreak; that is, anger; That's separation, that's reunion, that's breakup That is hate, that is love, it is going further step by step, it is duel again and again. It's the mutual warmth between people, the mutual choice between her and him. Perhaps, it is also a beam of unknown light. ---- On December 31, 1926, a little life was born in the Wu Orphanage. His mother used her last strength to name him: Tom Marvolo Riddle. On the same day, a little life was also born in the Larte Manor, and her father named her: Storeliina Augustus Larte