In love folly is always sweet.
This is to say that the yashiro. Sometimes he always shows the innocent, like a child. In the clinic, he grabbed the doumeki tie. He comforted himself by saying that he was weak when he was sick. What the hell is that? I seem to feel the love of the atmosphere across the paper. Two of them love, like a cup of wine. Not strong, nor guadan. Over time more and more mellow. The day when opening the bottle, their love will be like a wine full of precipitation, overflow.