C56 The Financial Backer's Father Looked at Me(1)

It's March, and the weather just got warmer, and the willows have a fresh green sprout glowing with vitality, and even the Spring Swallow is hooting in the city.

The wind still carried moisture, and the fresh smell of soil that had just fallen in the spring rain had been buried by the smell of the fireworks in the mortal world.

The internet celebrity shop on the side of the road was on fire