C963 A Decadent Genius

The breeze was light, yet not dry. It was cool and refreshing.

A gentle breeze blew over, like a thin veil caressing one's face, causing one to feel refreshed.

On the other side of the lake, a beautiful figure stood by the shore. Her limpid eyes were filled with gentleness as they gazed at the young figure that sat like a boulder dozens of meters away.

"Today is the last day