behind the glitz of the net king

The wooden sliding door slid quickly through the slide rails, making a loud noise, and the sunlight elongated Echizen's figure of Long Ya lazily leaning on the door frame.

"If you don't get up again, I can watch you get up."

Echizen Long Yue slowly opened his eyes, eyes full of contempt, got up as fast as he could, and threw the pillow towards Long Ya.

Echizen Ryuya turned his body to let the pillow fall freely, yawned and closed the door with his feet.

The 16th birthday seems to be no different from usual. Echizen Longyue smiled in front of the mirror after washing up. The girl with waist-length hair had a very shallow dimple at the corner of her mouth.

When the fine snowflakes fell, Nanako told her, who was watching the sky, that the lady had gone out early in the morning, and she didn't know if she had brought an umbrella.

While having breakfast, Echizen Minamijiro chattered for a while, and Echizen Ryoma, who had been silent all this time, suddenly asked, his amber eyes turning into his customary coldness, "Is today Ayue's birthday?"

"Finally remembered!" Echizen Longyue knocked on the edge of the bowl with a spoon, waiting for Ryoma Minamijirou Ryana Nanako to say something, but Echizen Longyue fell behind and they all bowed their heads to eat seriously.

Only Carubin rubbed her calf affectionately.

"Daughter's birthday, how can I not give a gift!" Mrs. Takeuchi was wrapped in the cold wind and snow outside the door as soon as she came back. Echizen Long Yue put the umbrella for her, and then looked at the kimono that Mrs. Takeuchi prepared for her in amazement.

The pale white kimono outlines delicate and small lines, which coolly set off an iris with dewdrops next to it.Echizen Longyue didn't know where Mrs. Takeuchi found the iris, which surprised her.

Echizen Ryuya said that the youngest girl in the family finally grew.He deliberately emphasized that it is long blooming rather than growing up.

Only Nanjiro added that she had grown up a long time ago.

Her clogs lightly stepped on the light snow on the side of the street, making a creaking sound, and a woman with an umbrella helped her block the snowflakes of a wind, and she would turn sideways and smile to thank her.

Near the bus stop, Echizen Ryuetsu waited for the bus like everyone else, and then saw a figure approaching in the distance like mist.

The people around seemed to have boarded the bus. When she came back to her senses, the bus had already driven far into a blind spot, and the world was so silent that only she and him were left.

She raised her amber eyes to stare at his face, but only saw the distant sky and the bleak wind and snow, but he was clearly in the haze behind her.I don't know the face, I don't know the surname, it just makes her feel familiar.

The fluttering snowflakes touched the irises on her bun, and he reached out to shake off the whiteness of this season for her.

Echizen Long Yue no longer stubbornly wanted to see his face clearly, there was no language or eye contact between the two of them, and his eyes gradually calmed down when he held her.

Echizen Long Yue went to catch the snowflakes but they leaked finely from between his fingers. He held her hand together and then slowly pulled it away. His figure slowly melted together with the heavy snow.

Echizen Longyue's rouge-colored long hair was suddenly blown away by the wind, quickly lifted up and then gently fell down like a hovering butterfly.She heard her own echo empty, empty but warm.Enough to keep her warm for a lifetime.

"Thank you for making us love each other."

The gradually corroding past can no longer withstand the creaking sound of being pushed away.

Flowers with broken stalks hang down next to her book, she is still unconscious in sleep, but the surrounding white light floods in when the curtain is pulled.

After she woke up from the dream, she just stared blankly at a random focal point...

The sycamore trees on both sides of the street leaked sparse light from her fingertips, the winter in France was sluggish but there was no snow, and the smile of the boy hidden deep in Echizen Longyue's memory melted into the memory like snow.

France.She spent her 16th birthday alone.

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