behind the glitz of the net king

The moonlight through the window is bleak.The pain she gave him was a lifelong tattoo.

When Echizen Long Yue bit the back of his hand, he didn't pull away, the sharp pain hit his will, as if he wanted him to remember that pain forever, and it was also the pain she had been enduring all the time - the pain piercing through the chest that could not be resisted by her lover .

The so-called love in youth must be reciprocated in this way to understand.

My own love is also hurting her all the time, she bears it silently but is at a loss.I almost forgot what she said at the beginning, she can bear everything for him.She never cared about the resistance, she was only worried that he would not want her.

In the end, the one who hurt her the most was never thought that it would be herself.Because it is she who has been showing all her feelings, but Echizen Long Yue doesn't know it, and she doesn't want anyone to delve into her inner world.

Atobe Keigo thought that Echizen Ryuetsu would understand in the end, but he found that he was unknowingly imposing his way of loving one person on another.

He thought she would understand...

After all, he thought.After all, at the end.

The cold moonlight floated on Atobe Keigo's face, and his heart was empty after the tears dried up. The wind suddenly picked up and blew the curtains, and completely wiped away the time when he and her met.

He remembered Echizen Long Yue's appearance when he first saw her, lowering the brim of her hat would inadvertently reveal her clean and warm eyes, the sunlight falling into her eyes seemed to dissolve into this amber color, leaving everything around her empty color.

Atobe Keigo's lips trembled slightly, but he couldn't even pronounce a syllable when he missed her name, just a glance.But it seems that it has become the scenery that has lasted his whole life.

When she is sad, her ink-stained eyelashes will be covered with a layer of shadow, and he always feels sorry for her wandering alone.It's like she also loves his city alone.

"I'm sorry, your expectations of me are really unbearable. From the beginning to the end, you forgot to ask me if I would like it." That night she suppressed her crying in front of the moonlight and the tide. Hearing soberly, he then turned over and pretended to fall asleep peacefully.

The moonlight has been rippling, gently undulating with the sound of the waves on the palm prints of the years.

Never seriously considered whether he could give what she asked for.Because he also thought that she would indulge in the romantic world of roses like other girls.

Perhaps the most painful thing is to have a vigorous fight with her, but she only wants to be deep and silent.

How deep it must be hurt to understand the meaning of things between two people when they are in love.

He also thought of Maeda Yuqi's proud appearance, this woman whom he couldn't define clearly, was an irreplaceable existence in his life.He should have an emotional component of liking her, but his heart can only belong to one person after all.

He was always repeating a dream: Maeda Ruoqi stretched out his finger forward extremely slowly, just as his fingertips touched, her face suddenly overlapped with Echizen Longyue's, as if they were one.

Perhaps at that moment, he was destined to let Xin become the exclusive position of Echizen Longyue, so outrageous that he could not be shaken.Forgive love is so unfair.

The night was so dark, and the moonlight from the window made the past very clear, but the corners of his mouth gradually opened into a smile, light and lonely, unreal in an instant, dazzling like light.

Still decided to give up... because the girl's elongated figure of Sunlight is thin but stubborn, despite the hustle and bustle of the world, she has never been tainted with vulgarity.He didn't want her stubbornness to be like a canary in a gold-encrusted cage, losing the ability to fly.

Clear tears ran across his cheeks, and fell from mid-air to the ground, splashing almost invisible water.The pain is like a rose blooming from the chest, spreading to every corner of the body, but it blooms a coquettish and moving flower.

I can finally look into your eyes quietly and tell you: it's just that you don't know anymore.

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