(PS: New author, didn't know how to write in the early stages, currently working hard to improve, please bear with me.)
(PS: For the early chapters, please don't take it too seriously...
Anyway, it's in Japan...
He didn't have any deep feelings for this Japanese island.
Even if the island were to sink now, he wouldn't care at all as long as it didn't affect the people around him.
Guangyou knows he was wrong, but if he had to choose again, he would still choose the same option.
Originally, he just wanted to deal with the prisoner and then hand him over to Miwako, thus resolving the knot in Miwako's heart.
But what that person did was really too much.
At that moment, a text message on his phone interrupted Kōyū's thoughts. He took out his phone and saw that it was from Ai.
"Come pick up your clothes tomorrow."
Guangyou smiled and replied, "Can I pack you up and take you with me?"
Ai replied quickly: "You wish! It's just clothes. At most, I'll let you pack some lunch for tomorrow."
Kōyū replied, "That's not impossible, but what's up tomorrow?"
"It's good enough that it's here, why are you being picky?"
This reply was immediately followed by another one: "What do you want to eat?"
Upon seeing the message, Guangyou smiled helplessly yet happily, his hands still busy saying, "I want to eat you."
The reply was laced with a threatening tone: "I'll give you one more chance."
Guangyou tapped his chin with his finger, thought for a few seconds, and then replied: "Can you make me a sandwich? I want it with peanut butter and blueberry jam filling."
"Um."
After seeing the reply, Guangyou put down his phone, got up and walked to the window.
He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his eyes sparkling, but his heart was filled with countless thoughts.
Do not say that no one understands your sorrows; how many places in this world share the same burdens?
What am I like in this dazed state? Just like a banana leaf caught in a sudden downpour.
"This poem is for myself."
With the starry sky reflected in his eyes, Kwang-woo chuckled self-deprecatingly, "It feels very fitting."