C232 Ashen

Leaning on the window and holding onto a book, Lin Sirou quietly read. A ray of light shot in from outside the window and enveloped Lin Sirou's body in a hazy layer of light, beautiful yet gentle.

"All the years have slipped through my fingers, leaving no trace, only a faint sadness.

No one could tell him how to grasp those days. He had already forgotten those looks, those warmth