C207 You Didn't Lose out

It turned out that looking at the stars in the wild was really different from looking at the city. Even the sky had become clean and tidy.

When she was young, her father used to say, she was born in March, a sweet flower, blooming at the beginning of the frost. It was the pride that met the branches of the cliff, the only light that shone in the darkness of the primal chaos.

Therefore