Volume 9 - A devil's sadness (12) - She wished. And so, I came.
An adolescent girl was in her room. It looked very characteristic of two problems. It had a domineering feeling of youthful error. And at its source, an excessive parental love. Too much pink, too girly. She was used to it, but she would never let anyone else into this room, which could make the blindest man feel blinded. But she would never admit she regretted her decision. To her, it was half her life ago, but to her parents, it was only a moment ago. While she did not share their outlook, she understood that simple fact just from their habit of mentioning her younger self as if it was yesterday with anyone, with no care for h
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