C140 What Right Do You Have to Think about It

The leaves were flying, and there were occasional swallows that wanted to return to their nests flying over the trees, making a very soft sound. Beneath the tree, there was a faint green figure standing upright.

Enveloped by the faint moonlight, it was extremely spotlessly clean.

"There is a beauty, I will not forget her..." The man's hand that was holding the scroll loosened and relaxed