C427 He Swore That He Really Wasn't a Pervert!

As time went by, there were no traces of it. The garden was filled with the sounds of butterflies dancing and birds chirping. There were hundreds of colors in the garden. And I, alone, occupied that quiet corner. You haven't come yet, and you haven't met me yet. How could I bear it? One season, after another. The cycle of reincarnation, missing it, missing it again. My heart is like still water