Slightly curly blue-purple hair is draped softly on her shoulders, and she also has purple pupils. Her eyes are flowing, gentle and soft, like water and smoke, like the cornflowers in her hands, with a touch of sunshine in them.
His smile is so warm and gentle, so close yet so far away...
He has a tall and thin body that seems a little frail at first glance, and his skin is much whiter than that of ordinary people. He is really beautiful, his beauty is exquisite, and his beauty is unforgettable.
Looking at him, it seemed that the young man was standing under the cherry blossom tree. Everything around him dimmed in that beautiful figure in the blink of an eye. Only the young man's seemingly thin body was quiet and absolutely beautiful.
Beauty, holiness, and those eyes that are elusive and cannot be seen to the bottom
From this moment on, she knew what it meant to be so close to the end of the world
She hugged the deep purple in her arms tightly, and something seemed to be tied between her slender fingers, entangled constantly...
She walked past him, but he was still standing, and time was frozen.
Her black hair was raised slightly, with a hint of sadness, and an escape that she didn't even know she had.
She is peaceful but still swaying
Another flower language of cornflower is...meeting
Who met whom, who missed whom, who fell in love with whom, who lost whom?
Can't escape?
Then we have to...
forget
"My name is Yukimura Seiichi"
The gentle voice of the young man came to my ears, but it was like a stone sinking into the lake of my heart. Under the slight ripples, there was finally peace...
She stopped again, but did not look back, 123... After counting to three, she started again
Three seconds, only three seconds
She walked out of the hospital door, stretched out her hands and looked at the purple flowers in her arms. It seemed that she could hear the wind whispering in her hair.
Forgot, forgot...
What to forget?
Is it yourself?
But, if she forgets even herself, what else can she remember?
Covering her mouth and chest, she lowered her head and looked at her hands. Is it... this? Here?
That night, she developed a low fever, sweat was pouring down her face, and she almost broke her voice.
forget……
In the dream, a young man standing by the sea stretched out his hand to her. His slender eyes were less cold than usual and had a unique warmth. She ran over and stood still...
Why, could it be him?
Tezuka Kunimitsu
Her heart was beating fast, and it was beating again, as if it was about to jump out of her chest. She couldn't tell what it felt like?
In the morning, she opened her somewhat heavy eyes. No matter how hard she tried, her eyelids could not open. A shimmer of light flowed into her eyes. Her eyes had been moving for a few days, and her scallop-like eyelashes trembled a few times.
There was something on her forehead. It was cool and comfortable. She stretched out her hand and put it on her forehead, only to find that it was an ice pack.
"You're awake, how do you feel?" She turned her head and saw Sayato's concerned eyes.
Shaking her head, she tried to take off the ice pack on her forehead, but found that she didn't even have the strength to do so.
"I..." Her voice was extremely hoarse and she sighed, why are she sick again!
"It's okay." Sayato put her hand under the quilt, and then said, "I had a fever, and it's gone now." He just turned his back, but his lips were pressed tightly, and there was something called worry.
It kept washing over his eyes, and what was underneath his collapsed smile, sadness or sadness?
Really? Why is his expression so strange? She closed her eyes and felt better. Last night was a dream, very clear and real.
She saw his smile, which was beautiful and hazy in the dream. Who was her heart beating for, him or herself? Now, even she couldn't tell...
After closing the door, Sayato leaned against the wall and shook his head slightly. His sad voice came from the air.
"Yinyu, is it really that difficult to forget him?"
Time passed quickly. Today was Qingxue's competition. Unfortunately, she didn't have the chance to watch it. Today is the day for her review. Ryoma, Kaidou, Kawamura-senpai, and Momojo should all work hard.
Of course there is him... Tezuka, come on
She leaned against the glass door of the hospital and looked at the outside world through the glass. It was a very clear sky. She raised her head and smiled.
An egg head suddenly popped into her eyeliner, this unique head shape
Senior Oishi, why is he here? Although she has never been in contact with him, she has watched his game through the glass window of the classroom. The golden combination of Qingxue. Isn't today a game in the Kanto Conference? Why is he here?