He was supposed to be an adventurer roaming the world, but got caught up in a mysterious dispute and had a strange dream. When he wakes, a beautiful white-haired girl with golden eyes is sprawled on top of him, rubbing herself against him! What kind of ridiculous plot twist is this?!
"It's so lonely here." The girl draws close, her words full of bewilderment.
How many times has this happened now? He has no idea. Once again, the sun sets at dusk, and once again he searches for that snowy-white figure. With evening shadows deepening, burdened with such a heavy role, does she wander aimlessly through countless sunsets like this?
The golden mandala pattern in my palm has guided me to our rendezvous time and again, all so I can meet you once more.
