Tezuka-senpai, where are you? Come and save her. She turned around and looked around, but he was missing... She actually forgot that he was gone, and she also forgot to follow him. Now, what should I do?
What to do? She is really scared
"Saya...Saya, what are you going to do?" She heard her voice shattering in the air, completely hoarse.
Otoyu walked into her, and a shadow appeared on her face. Was it cloudy? Her face turned pale with fear. How could she forget that she was no one else, she was the witch Saya Otoyu.
The shadow on her face disappeared immediately, and she breathed a sigh of relief, and then her heart began to rise again. She saw Saye Yiyu squatting on the ground, pulling away the soil with her fingers, and found a complete flower.
Then he stood up and never said a word to her. Maybe he didn't bother to talk to her, or maybe he already hated everything about her.
Standing up, she put the flower in the palm of her hand, a water droplet fell from her face, and then it just fell on the flower, crystal clear like dewdrops
She left her sight, leaving Qingmu Qiaojia who was still in shock. She, she didn't deserve to be angry.
When people leave and the wind stops, there is only the faint fragrance of flowers, which becomes lighter and fainter and eventually disappears.
A group of people walked towards this side and then, a young man with dark blue hair stopped...
"What's wrong, Yukimura?" the person next to him asked, surprised by his unusual behavior.
"It's okay," he shook his head, his beautiful eyes flashed with a unique tenderness that was elusive from far away and now near. He looked at a certain point on the roadside, then walked forward, squatted down, and touched it with his fingers.
Those semi-dry soil, and the flowers that are about to be dried...
"This is, Jingshi, isn't this your favorite kind of flower? What is it called?" Someone suddenly said.
"Yes, it is cornflower, my birth flower." A purple glimmer floated in his black and blue eyes. He was a very special boy, a very delicate boy. He stood up and looked at his fragile body, but he looked like a child.
A ray of sunshine in the winter shines in my heart, forming a warm ocean, and even the voice is as gentle as water
He looked at the few petals in his hand and thought of the girl holding the cornflower in the hospital, the girl whose name he still didn't know. Could he still meet her?
But, why... the flower was broken
He took out a book from the bag behind him, carefully placed the purple petals in the book, closed the book and smiled. The soft and delicate lip line changed slightly, which was the most beautiful curve. Qingqing's shallow expression, Qingqing
A shallow person, but an intoxicating beauty
And his smiling eyes were as bright as water, slightly... blurry, and then slowly became clear again
The water in the soil was slowly dried, and there were still green leaves and purple flowers.
A figure walked slowly over, then knelt down and picked up a piece of dried flower.
The wind blew again, messing up the hair on his head, which turned out to be light brown.
He raised his head, and the transparent lenses could not hide the disappointment under his eyes. The light purple color was no longer there.
So, the wind stopped, the leaves fell, but his back became a little bleak. Only when he walked, the blue and white shirt resembled the color of the sky, the translucent white, the clear blue, and the corners of his clothes were raised.
You can see the name embroidered on it - Tezuka
Otoyu sat in the car again, gently stroking the purple flower with her fingers. After a while, it lost all its color, withered, turned yellow, and then disappeared...
She opened the car window, stretched out her hand, and slowly loosened her clenched fist. When the wind blew up, the flower in her hand fell into the air, and then was blown away by the wind. It floated far away... far away...
The petals flying in the wind, with the lilac shimmer, whose hair is lifted up, whose hair is set down...youth, years...
She smiled, and tears fell down her eyes, hitting the back of her hands. Her fingers gently crossed her smooth face, but she couldn't erase the deep sadness.
Can, don't want to
I can’t participate, I don’t love it
Can you forget
There are so many questions, but no one can answer them
And she is only silent
I don’t want to chase, I just don’t want to make a second mistake
She looked at her hands. Last time, she could let go and bless her, and this time she could, too. But what was the lingering loss? What was the dull pain in her heart?
Very similar to him at that time
Fall in love with...
Saya Otoyu, you really left a lot for me, even my thoughts have melted everything about you?
You said, love your parents, brother, and him well...