The snow of the king of the net is drifting

Around the corner, she hurried past.The amber eyes that see the radiance.She ran the book, stopped, and turned around.Smile sweetly.

The words are clear and have the smell of sunflowers, and the movements are elegant and cute.

"Hi, Ryoma."

This time, Ryoma did not pull the brim of his hat.

"Yes, Xiaomu."

Know what it's like to lose, and never let go this time.

Xiao Mu looked at Ryoma, and in her mind, a little boy always liked to pull the brim of his hat.There is always a flush under the brim of the hat.

The two walked side by side, one tall and one short, looking from behind, they were extremely harmonious...

Kogure was talking happily.The strands of hair fluttered in the air as if they were dancing, drawing an arc from time to time, sending out a faint fragrance.

The radiant eyes under the long and dense eyelashes are like the ocean spreading all over the earth, like the sunlight penetrating through the clouds and mists.Very quiet, shining brightly like the bright moon in the sky.

Never dim.

"How did you come back here?"

"I'm lost..." Qiang Qiang said so indifferently.

"Shall I take you out?"

"Well, I don't want to get lost again."

"Hehe, Ryoma, has anyone said that you resemble Kazuya?"

"Like that guy? Tsk, he's still far behind. I'm not a free air conditioner. In fact, he's not bad." Ryoma pursed his lips.

"You and Kazuya are really similar. Both of you are duplicity, and you obviously care about others but your face is twisted. They are already very strong, but they look forward to becoming stronger."

So understandable.

The amber eyes are like the darkness of the seabed, only dots of glowing jellyfish can be seen, which flicker and go out at any time.

The sun outside the window came in with strong light, thick and warm light.

"You, know him well?"

"Thank you for the compliment, are you complimenting me in disguise?" She smiled slightly.There is a taste of late summer and early spring.

Suddenly, Xiaomu stopped.

The expression is soft and the smile is beautiful.Like a flash in the pan in the mire, the pupils of the eyes are clear and transparent, calm and calm like a lake with slight ripples.

Ryoma put his hands in his trouser pockets and followed her gaze.A large sea of ​​flowers rushed towards us.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

"If you're okay, come here and play with me."

Ryoma smiled and nodded.