The shadows of the trees were dancing, and the crowds of people were crowded. The clock hanging on the outer wall of Sendai Station moved slowly. The slight ticking sound seemed to hit Junko's eardrums, and a sudden thought broke into her mind.
Even if it takes ten or twenty years, Mu Tu's youthful spirit will not be diminished at all. Just like the slow clock at this moment, time will K!ss him and give him a wide berth.
The rolling sound of the suitcase's universal wheels woke Junko up. She opened her mouth, and her words became barren at this moment. In the end, she just said: "When the day comes, will you sign it for me?"
Amaterasu Omikami probably favors Bokuto, otherwise why would everything around him dim when he smiles, and only he remains as bright as before: "Of course!"
Until Junko sent Bokuto away and sat down in the barber shop. When the barber asked her what color she wanted to dye her hair with a color card, her fingers that were originally on the cherry pink moved slightly: "This, white gold."
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