The truth of the day.
28
And it was in the cold air, and it was held hostage by a massive force, and it struck me in the heart.
I was struck by dizziness, and I couldn’t do anything but look at Kiyyan.
The inch of Kiyoko’s hand climbed up, covered my eyes, and his voice became dumber, filled with sharp pains: “Don’t be afraid of me.” I’m sorry.
I put my hand on his wrist, and I took Kiriko’s hand off. That’s why he’s really scared.
My heart is sour, I look directly into his eyes: “Tell me, who are you going to retaliate?” I’m sorry.
Yao Shizuki. I’m sorry.
Kiriko’s stepmother.
Honestly, I’m not surprised at that.
“What about the other guy? Ki Chi-won? I’m sorry.
And he shook his head and looked at me, “No, he was the father of Ginger.” I’m sorry.
“My mother’s death, Yao Shizuki, and Ki Chi, are far apart. It was only then that I heard Yao Simoon on the phone with her brother, referring in words to my mother’s suicide and being proud and disrespectful, as if my mother had been forced by her to commit suicide and had been useless. I’m sorry.
“It was a time of cold, and Yao Shizuki was not sleeping well, and he was angry. I live at home, she tortures me every day, and I’m getting sick. My hatred for her is growing, and I have to find an exit, and I think of revenge — at least let her feel the helplessness and pain that my mother experienced. I’m sorry.
At that time, Kiriko had limited capacity.
He just wanted to make Yao Shizuki suffer, but didn’t know where to start.
Until that winter, when he came home on his way home from work, and said goodbye to me, Ginger appeared before him.
The moon is hidden behind the clouds, and the night has almost completely swallowed up her body, with only one eye and some kind of desperate madness.
Kiyoko seems to have seen another himself.
He said, “I know that you are Kiyyan from the next class, and I have seen you.” I’m Kang Myung. I’m sorry.
“I have people who want revenge, and so do you. Ginger’s voice is calm and crazy, “Let’s work together, Ki-yan. I’m sorry.
The man Kang Myung was the adoptive father who took her from the orphanage with his wife.
But when Kang Myung was 13, the foster mother died by accident. A long time later, she went from the bottom of the closet to a huge insurance policy, which gave rise to doubts.
When the adoptive mother died, the adoptive father became more visible to her.
After she had finally moved to the school, he became addicted to gambling, owed an increasing amount of money and even intended to drop her out of school and sell her for the bride price.
Ginger decided to drive him out of the city so that he would never return like a dog.
Kiriko borrowed a lot of money from Kang Myung.
Kang Myung has painted him with lots of pictures that are dark and dark enough to provoke deep fear.
These paintings, at first glance, are similar to those of Kiriko’s house, but they are gruesome.
Those paintings, which were silently replaced the paintings on the walls of the home, left Yao Shizuki in a state of panic and gradually became fragile.
At first, Kiyoko was just trying to scare Yao Shizuki and let her also experience fear and despair.
Unthought of a rainy night, perhaps with great excitement, Yao Simoon, in slippers and pyjamas, ran all the way to the roof, and fell from the edge because the ground had slipped.
Fortunately, the floor of the villa was not high, and she had not suffered much, but had broken her leg and sustained several bruises.
Plus Kiyoshi went home in time to take her to the hospital without causing too much damage.
She woke up and soon realized that the man who scared her was Kiriko. So he offered to go to that famous local psychiatric home.
Yao Shizuki knows where it is.
A lot of people take care of their families and send people in.
As a result of this, the white family had to make a profit-making deal to exchange the custody of Kiyoko from Kishiya and send him abroad.
I’m staring at my eyes and my heart is empty.
Ki-yan’s reaction to me was no surprise.
He pulled his hand out of my hand and smiled a little:
“Didn’t you wonder why I had to leave the country before I went to school to pack my things? Indeed, before that, my uncle told me that there were many ways to take revenge, and I chose the stupidest and the most useless. I’m sorry.
“But at that time, I don’t want anything to do with it. I just want to see for myself the mental pain and suffering that she experienced. I’m sorry.
He looked at me, “I think I should have been seriously ill, or I wouldn’t have been sent out of the country to a sanatorium, even at first living in an independent ward, and I couldn’t even get out of the door. I’m sorry.
Speaking of which, his fingertips began to tremble again, and I held him with my hand and held him.
And I was slapping on the back of Kiriko like a child: “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I’m sorry.
Words and gestures are so weak at this moment.
On the day of the third winter, the youths before me were joined together with those who are in my arms.
After many years, I finally came up with the truth.
I sorted out the rest of the confusion and asked Kiyoko, “Yo Shizuki is still alive. What about Kang My adoptive father? I’m sorry.
He was silent for a moment.
“He’s dead. Followed by a loan-backed loan to the site of work, the foot fell, the steel had passed through the chest and died instantly. I’m sorry.
And behold, Kiyyan broke his arms and put me in his arms.
His body was as thin as a teenager, and We stretched out his hand so easily around his waist and touched the bones of the butterfly that stood out behind him.
He’s beautiful, noble.
Crazy, fragile again.
And I touched his hair, and for a second, I said, “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t be angry with you to remember these bad things. I’m sorry.
“It’s a good thing that these things remind me of what kind of monster I am. I’m sorry.
Ki-yan smiled with his lips and his eyes were full of despair.
“I’m not as normal as you think, and every moment I look at you, I want to take you back, like that night, and lock you up with chains, and lock you up with me, so that you can see no one but me. I’m sorry.
“Many times, I always wanted you to save me, but I was a monster, and you saved me, and I would hurt you and limit your freedom. I don’t want to see you talking to Landing, not to let you go out alone, not even to ignore me when you and Ting Wing talk, and I’d be upset, unconsciously trying to lock you up and lock you up. I’m sorry.
And he bowed his head and buried his face in my hand: “But it is wrong, and it will only push you further away, won’t it? I’m sorry.
It’s hot and hot.
Kiriko is crying.
I feel like I’ve been burned.
In fact, I was not surprised or afraid, but when we first met, we were all young, and we didn’t hide our nature, and I knew that that was the case of Kiyoko.
Now he suppresses his nature, excretes his soul with a sharp knife, and shows me the blood-stained heart.
He just told me, “Look, I’ll hurt you.”
I was just going to give me a chance to leave.
But I never intended to leave.
Ki-yan. I lifted his face up and kissed him in the wet eyes, “Twenty years ago I chose to be your friend, and I didn’t run away. Twenty years later, my choice will not change. I’m sorry.
“and I’ve lived at your house for so long, you haven’t hurt me at all. Kiyoko, don’t talk so bad about yourself. The result is clear — indeed, you have restrained yourself from loving me. I’m sorry.
I used the word “love” and suddenly my cheeks were burning.
Kiriko, look me in the eye with the fog.
“What did you tell me when you first locked me in your bed? Kiyoko, you say you like me, don’t you? I’m sorry.
He softened his head.
“Is that still valid? I’m sorry.
“…the twilight?”
He looked at me with a little bit of caution and uncertainty.
And We breathed deeply, and breathed in our hearts, and We squeezed and kissed.
His lips were soft, and there were undried tears.
I like you too. I’m sorry.
29
This moment, I feel like I’m the boss, and I’m the dragon.
But a long time after I had said that line, Kiyoko didn’t make a sound.
I’m a little embarrassed to step back and be ready to say something to myself.
As a result, Kiriko suddenly reacted, squeezing my back of the head, and his lips came up.
This one kiss, especially deep.
It’s long.
His breath began to burn, and he finally let loose, and he looked at me, “What did you just say, can you repeat it again?” I’m sorry.
And I sifted, and I was very understanding of his heart: “I said, “I love you, Di-ian.”
The voice is still missing, the burning kiss comes up again.
It was so close that his eyes, which had been washed by tears, were almost near to me, that the long eyelashes, which were blinking, smote my eyelids, itchy, and spread a mirage from a place where they were connected.
After a long time, Kiriko ended this long kiss, burying his face on my shoulder and his voice was like, “I’ve been waiting for you to say this for a long time. I’m sorry.
I have to say, Kiyoko is very patient.
He can endure my two decades of retardation and the constant uncertainty of the year without forcing me to make a decision.
Then, after I had asked it, he suddenly laughed.
And he stomped on my shoulder with his own eyes: “That is not the right thing to say, we are the only ones who are fit for each other.” I’m sorry.
That’s exactly what he said.
It is only for some reason that there is in my heart a place, empty and light, as if it were not in place.
Then think about it, perhaps because even when we were together, there was still a lot of trouble between Kiyoko and me, and it was not resolved.
After this long pull, the sky is completely dark.
I took out my silent phone and found out that my mother had called several times and sent a dozen tweets.
You don’t have to ask.
I quickly got back to the news that I was having dinner with Kiyoko and my high school classmates and planning to go to the hot spring and maybe I won’t be back tonight.
It took my mom half a day to get a big “safe” message.
When my cheeks were hot, my phone was in my pocket, and that was when I started to take a look at Kiriko’s house.
It’s been a long time, and I don’t have any idea how rich she is.
I was just a little surprised to know that he didn’t know when to buy another house in this expensive neighborhood.
The four-room, two-chamber renovations are almost the same as the one I renovated in Shanghai.
And We looked to Di-ian with the eyes of him who asked.
“When I bought this house in the first place, I didn’t move, except for a simple painting of the walls. Then you started to modify Shanghai’s house, and I sent someone over, and I copied it as you did. I’m sorry.
He came over, held me behind him and put his chin on my hair.
“I thought maybe one day when I came home, I’d live here with her. Speaking of which, he’s got a little bit of a smile in his voice, “I can’t believe it happened so soon.” I’m sorry.
I ran into the kitchen in red, brushed two cups and burned a pot of water, pouring one for me and Kiyoko.
He took two hockeys out of the fridge and threw them in.
I’ve brought back rice in the daytime, and it’s cold.
He turned around and asked me, “How about an egg?” I’m sorry.
“plus, plus two. I’m sorry.
Quiyali opened the fridge, took out two eggs, fired hot oil, sprayed the eggs with salt, and made an air.
I stood by and was shocked: “Why is there even food?” I’m sorry.
“The aunt who helped with the house came over last week to add it. “I’d like to show you here these days if I don’t come here today.” I’m sorry.
“Aah?”
“Whether you want to stay in Shanghai or stay at home, I won’t leave you anywhere else. I’m sorry.
When he said that, his voice was clear and gentle.
I sucked my nose and suddenly my eyes were sore.
After resigning, my life did go on for some time, but quickly became a source of uncertainty about future life and confusion about my life.
In reality, no one can accept that I will never die, not even my mother.
But I really didn’t want to, to grind and consume in jobs I didn’t like at all.
It’s fine in the day, it’s just that when people stay, or when they’re in the night, the mood always comes up, and it eats me up, and it makes me feel like I’m down.
I thought I was a good cover. Everyone didn’t see it.
But after all, Kiyoko and I know each other too well.
Just as I can understand the small and delicate parts of his emotions, he can give me the same trust and understanding.
Kiriko came over and gently slapped my shoulder: “Okay. I’m sorry.
“Eat and eat.” I’m sorry.
I asked him, “Are you hungry? Let’s eat together. I’m sorry.
There was a classical belland chandelier on the head, and the warm white light flowed down, and the line on the cheek of Kiyyan was slightly lightened.
He looked at me brightly and nod his head. I’m sorry.
Having received my confession, Kiriko’s mood became particularly good tonight, and the light filled every corner of his eyes, as if the dim, depressed, extreme and crazy thoughts were temporarily pushed into the deep sea.
One of us took a pair of chopsticks and started eating fried rice.
The boss was a very good shopkeeper, who was said to have started by pushing a car next to the school, and later had a reputation and set up a shop of his own.
I was tired of eating in the canteen in high school, and I often went out to eat from the wall, and I was afraid I’d give him the taste of Ki-yan every time.
Kiriko probably thought of it, and the eyebrows were full of joy.
He picked a chopstick of rice, looked at me in a bit, and his voice fell down:
“I always dream about high school when I’m abroad. One time, you dreamt of having a sporting event, and you had to pull me out of the playground and go over the wall and eat the hot rice. It just rained, the ground was wet and slippery, you slipped on the bricks, and you insisted on going out again, limping and eating. I’m sorry.
Kiriko suddenly brought this up, and I felt so ashamed that I had to bow down and bite a large bite of an egg to cover my embarrassment.
“Why do you think of me as a disgrace abroad?” I’m sorry.
“Want to. He had a little laugh, he said, “Well, think better.” I’m sorry.
Kiyoko’s eyes were in the void, with little focus.
I’m also unconscious and following his rhythm and beginning to look back.
The benefits of childhood are here.
With something that is no more common than anything else, it turns back to the past, and it can also extract millions of sweet or funny memories from the rivers of time.
In high school, there are nearly two hours between afternoon and evening self-study. I’ve got the guts to show movies in my class, almost every day at this time.
And then, we went to the canteen to pack dinner, sit in the classroom and watch, and open the windows 20 minutes before the study.
One time, I had my last afternoon self-study, went out and bought rice wires and started playing movies again.
A horror film was chosen, and the picture was still bloody, and most people were last seen with their eyes covered and only the sound of blood flying in the classroom.
But with this noise, Ki-yan fell asleep on the table.
I was next to him in a horror film, and I didn’t change my face until I found out that he had closed his eyes and that he was still in a light black.
I’m tired.
I blinked and looked at the unmoved rice line next to Kiriko, feeling hungry and full.
But he’s still asleep and I’m embarrassed to wake him up.
It was as if Kiyyan, with his eyes closed, had sensed my entanglement, even though he had not touched his eyelids, but put the part of his hand right to me, whispering, “Eat it.” I’m sorry.
I was so shocked, I couldn’t think of putting my face together, and I tried to look at it at a close distance, “Did you sleep or not?”
And when the Word was not lost, he opened his eyes and raised his head,
And when My lips were wiped by his ears,
Now, this seems to be the closest contact I’ve had with Kiriko throughout the student age.
30
After dinner, I went to the kitchen to brush the dishes and take a shower.
Kiyoko’s house was ready to come and stay.
The bathroom shelf, even with my most common peach shampoo and citrus bathing, should have tanned, soft and loose in the bedroom and smelled the sun.
When I got out of the shower, I had to drill into the bed with my wet hair, and then Kiyoko pulled it back. I’m sorry.
I smiled, looked up at him and softened my voice: “Why don’t you blow me?” I’m sorry.
She’s so cute, she can’t stand it.
And I saw in the reflection of his eyes a pented pyjamas, with a clavicle and a small white skin, and a piece of the pyjamas wet and attached to his chest.
Diyan’s eyes went down in an inch, with their throats rolling, moving away and holding the wind blower next to them.
He fixed his warm fingers through my wet hair, and his force was soft, and the warm winds were blowing in his ears, and I became sleepy and almost completely asleep.
“Okay. I’m sorry.
Kiyoko turned off the wind dryer and let me go in and blink to him.
“Sleep.” He fell down and kissed me in the ear, “We’ll go back tomorrow. I’m sorry.
It was a very gentle, very light kiss.
Like the age of 16, when I accidentally wiped away the instant touch of Kiyyan.
The lights were turned off, and I suddenly felt very secure and content in a warm darkness.
Whatever the future may be, at least this moment I and Kiriko are finally on our way again, without any deviation.
The next morning, Kiyoko and I went home, and we went back to three breakfasts.
Before I went in, I looked in my head, and I didn’t report back to Ki-yan, and suddenly a hand grabbed my collar and dragged me in.
“Mom, Mam, Mam!” “You caught my hair! I’m sorry.
My mom groaned, she let go, and Ki-yan held me in time.
She looked at us with an inexplicable look and smiled: “It’s so early. Sleep well last night. I’m sorry.
I always thought she meant that, and she looked at him differently.
If you don’t wait for me to talk, Ki-yan will smile and say, “Don’t worry, I live next door last night and I’m safe.” I’m sorry.
He put the oil bar and the soybean in his hand on the table: “I bought breakfast with my aunt when I came back. I’m sorry.
Kiyoko’s a good boy.
However, after eating early, she used the pretext of buying food to spend it and dragged me into the bedroom.
As soon as the door closed, the smile on my mother’s face disappeared.
She stares at me and asks, “Have you thought about it, and have you made it clear to him?” I’m sorry.
“Yeah. I noded my head, hesitated a little, or told my mother, “I’m with Kiyoko. I confessed last night that he agreed. I’m sorry.
My mom smiled, and it was so light, so I couldn’t see her for a second. I’m sorry.
I swear by my hands, “No, really! I swear, I slept with Kiyoko last night in two rooms, two beds. I’m sorry.
“Never mind, that’s not the point. I’m sorry.
My mom’s probably just asking, and then waved, and she turned it off.
When I was relieved and thought that it was over, she suddenly changed her mind and looked at me with a serious look, and she looked at me, and said, “You and Ki-yan are not really right.” I’m sorry.
I almost jumped up, “Why?” I’m sorry.
We’re not from the world with Kiyoko. I’m sorry.
Her tone has become a bit of a loss: “His family, his past, even his age, but without his father’s help, can come to this — I’m not saying it’s bad, it’s good, it’s too complicated.” We’re just ordinary people, looking for a job, getting a normal salary, living a normal life, that’s what you’re going through. Even if Kiyoko likes you now, no one can guarantee he’ll always like you. I’m sorry.
She was very serious and very sharp, and I was hit in the softest part of my heart.
And in a panic, I disproved by my own mind: “What can he do if he does not like me?” It’s just a break-up. I’m sorry.
“But then, you’ve been dragged into his world, and you’ll be out of it. I’m sorry.
She suffocated: “I’m your mother and I do want you to have a good relationship with someone you like.” But at the same time, I’m afraid you’ll get hurt. I’m sorry.
I finally have nothing to refute.
In fact, she is telling the truth.
It is the reason why I have long been aware of the small tumultuousness of my heart, but I have been afraid to walk outside the door, to be honest and even to deceive myself.
I’m scared.
Kiriko’s fondness for me is probably the result of all those years of the past. But now that we have grown up, he is no longer a weak and helpless child.
No one has ever seen the side that he shows me — in the eyes of others, Ki-yan has grown into a powerful, determined man.
Perhaps one day, he will find that the danger is only one of the most ordinary of all.
I eat, I’m not pretty, I hate work, I fantasize about rich.
I’m no different from anyone else than I was with him.
I am not afraid that Kiyoko will no longer like me, nor will he stand with him in the face of the strange white family, in retaliation for Ki Chiyo and Yao Shizuki.
I’m not afraid of anything. I’m afraid he’ll realize it.
When I was out there, my mother groaned and put out her hand on my shoulder and took a shot:
“Is it really impossible for you and Lantin? The kid’s nice, solid, forward, polite and like you. And let’s be realistic, a family like ours, Lantin is better suited to you than Ki-yan. I’m sorry.
“I know, I know the truth, but it’s different to fit and like. I’m sorry.
And I said, “Mom, the man I like now is Kiyoko. I don’t want anyone but him. I’m sorry.
She and my eyes fell into the air like a silent game. Half of a sudden, it’s my mom’s compromise.
“Well, then you have to protect yourself. She smiled, “I’m not worried about him hurting you. I’m sorry.
The sound of an open door came from outside, and she stayed in half of Dalton and opened the bedroom door first: “Let’s get out of here.” I’m sorry.
31
Kiriko and I stayed home until April to pack up and get back to Shanghai.
Before I left, I received an application from a friend, and I stopped immediately.
Ginger.
The first message she sent after my friend was: “If you have time, let’s meet.” I’m sorry.
I took the news to Kiriko, and he looked at it, and he put his clothes in his hand, and thought, “Do you want to see her?” I’m sorry.
“What is she going to tell me? I’m sorry.
“On that day’s wedding, you left half way, and Ip and Kang Myung saw it. Ki-yan smiled at me and said, “I told Kang Myung before I left. If there was a misunderstanding that I could explain, she might help. I’m sorry.
As soon as he mentioned Mr. Leaf, I thought of some strange reactions from him that day, and asked him, “When you mentioned the jewelry company, what did Mr. Ye pull you out of the window that day?” I’m sorry.
But after this, I did not receive a reply from Kiriko.
I looked at it, and I was bumping into a cold, deep look that he had seen.
“You know what? In fact, you were Mr. Ye’s favorite student. He said, “It’s been like this since high school. He knows I’m sick and I know you and I are good friends. He also specifically asked me to come over and say that you’ve always been big enough to restrain me from hurting you. I’m sorry.
“So, look, you’ve always been a very picky girl, but you didn’t even notice. I’m sorry.
I suspect he’s scolding me too slow, but I have no proof.
“Well, let’s not talk about it. When I waved, I changed the subject, “Well, I’d better meet Kang. You’ve explained it very clearly, but I’d like to hear what she says. I’m sorry.
“Are you afraid I’ll lie to you?” I’m sorry.
“I don’t know. Ginger is a pretty girl. What if you actually liked her?” I’m sorry.
Before the sound of the voice was dropped, Kiyyan started the wrist and pressed the wall behind him.
And he came close in inch, and kissed my eyes and nostrils in a slow manner, and he fell upon his lips, turning and grinding.
…help, he’ll do.
I was kissed with soft legs and my subconscious was down, but Kiriko grabbed my waist and pulled it back.
I am not low enough, but he is such a tall man who, in the end, almost all of me was panting on him, and my eyes were covered with a thin tear.
Kiriko’s finger went under his clothes, but he stopped on my waist, a little tighter.
He buried his face on my shoulder, closed his eyes and his voice was dumb: “Oh, you give me a break. I’m sorry.
In the living room outside the wall.
My mom’s out shopping.
Spring sun came through the skylids, and a gruesome luminous light was spilled.
And I pushed him away, and We whispered, “This is my home.” I’m sorry.
He looked at me and smiled, and he said, “I’m not so ignorant. I’m sorry.
Before I try to pull back the subject, “I’ll meet up with Kang Myung on time.” I’m sorry.
“Good. I’m sorry.
I finally made an appointment with Kang Myung to meet her at the gallery after my return to Shanghai.
On the day when Kiyoko and I left, was the day of spring and rain.
Rain hits petals and lays a field of pink white.
My mother sent us to the high-terrestrial station and told me to go to work before the security check. And…
She stopped talking, and I understood what she had not said.
– And I’m in love with Ki-yan. He can’t keep me.
I have to say, my mom thinks it makes sense.
I nod my head and waved at her, “I know, Mom, go back!” I’m sorry.
As a result, when we returned to Shanghai, we were convulsing to watch the movie, The King of Comedy, in a room full of oranges.
When it was on the screen, when it was the best part of Willows and Yoon Tian’s rivalry, he suddenly opened his mouth: “Don’t do what you don’t like.” I’m sorry.
I looked up at him in his arms and looked at him: “Do you support me if you don’t work?” I’m sorry.
“I have raised you.” And he bowed his head, and his soft lips rubbed my forehead, and said, “I cannot afford it.” I’m sorry.
…and although arrogant, I have to admit, he’s telling the truth.
But I think I still have to defend myself:
“I don’t want to work. I just want to die. I didn’t like it. I want to do what I like, and I can make money — isn’t that a little weird? I’m sorry.
When I asked the last word, I felt a little guilty.
I’ve been 26 years old, crawling around in social life for three years, knowing a lot about the world.
But I met him again, reconnected with Ting Wing, and even remembered the ginger chimpanzee in high school, where I used to carry a painting board.
If someone can make a living on what he likes, why can’t he be me?
I’m afraid even my mother doesn’t understand me.
But he said, “I know, I know.” I’m sorry.
“Sometimes I wish I could lock you up forever and keep you away. But I’m sure you’ll run faster. I’m sorry.
He reached out to cover my eyes, as if he didn’t want me to see the emotions in his eyes.
And the darkness that came forth suddenly magnified the sense of hearing, and none but the voice of Kiyyan was sent into my ears with a clear voice.
“So, I give you the choice. Whether you want to stay with me or go out and work freely, I’ll welcome it and I’ll do it. I’m sorry.
In that moment, somehow, I remembered something about high school.
I was blindly miscalculated and had a famous horror film in my classroom.
As a result, the school bell rings at a time when it’s getting scary. The class ran into a panic, and I had to go up and shut down the machine.
But the projector in the classroom is going to come near to shut off the curtain on the board.
I was already scared, but I was still holding on to the podium.
It’s like there’s a ghost flash on the screen at any time, and I’ve got soft legs, and I’m trying to do curtains and computer switches.
That’s when Kiyoko came in.
He had just returned from the outside, coming through the front door of the classroom like a gentle and painful wind, falling on the podium, then reaching out with one hand over my eyes, while the other hand was carried to the height, turning off curtains and computer switches from the face.
Horrible music has stopped, and the warmth that covers my eyes has gone.
And I bowed my head, and looked not into the eyes of Kiyyan, but heard nothing but his voice: “Well, study at night.” I’m sorry.
At that time, I thought it was a shame that Kiriko found out that I was afraid to stand up.
But at this moment, when the memory returns, I am appalled at how much of the movement of the clouds has fallen into the inexplicable, the secret of the young.
Even though I have passed through time and fell upon my heart at this moment, I am moved.
I raised my hand, pulled down his hand, and turned around and looked at him with my face, “Can I kiss you now?” I’m sorry.
Answering me was a hot, long kiss.
