Chapter Five Hundred Thirty-Nine: Shimizu Kazumi’s Absolute Weakness
The change in her expression struck me, reminding me of her previously incomplete appearance. The thing I could touch reappeared right in front of me; the monster was in the path.
Her sudden appearance was unexpected. I greeted her and looked at my hand, noticing that this hand was different from before. I asked, “What is this?”
Your person, as one taught by me, seemed to be contemplating something.
A woman weaving cloth, see how this girl naturally tangled the cloth, turning to look at me while I remained quietly still.
This girl appeared very beautiful; her hand, partially obscured by the faintly visible cloth, matched the pattern of the fabric. I asked, “What is this?”
I questioned myself about what this was; the cloth looked intriguing. I wondered if there was something special about it.
As I gazed at her and the woman weaving cloth, I felt that this girl was special. The appearance of this cloth compelled me to learn more.
I asked her about the charm of the cloth, prompting me to turn back again. The texture of the fabric left me at a loss for words.
I asked myself about the elegance of the cloth, as it seemed to remind me of something. This cloth made me care even more.
The texture of this cloth evoked a familiar feeling, intensifying my curiosity.
This cloth’s texture gave me a sense of familiarity that made me want to know more.
This cloth’s texture felt familiar and deepened my interest.
This cloth’s texture brought forth a sense of familiarity, fueling my desire to understand more.
This cloth’s texture created a feeling of familiarity, enhancing my curiosity.
This cloth’s texture made me feel a sense of familiarity, increasing my desire to know more.
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The black fog had ensnared him, leaving its mark deep within his psyche like Kurokawa’s woven threads.
It seemed to be just like an ordinary person. Yet again, this black fog trapped him within the psychological threads of Kurokawa.
You are that black fog, having ensnared him in the psychological threads of Kurokawa.
“What are you so small about? Let Kurokawa take notice of you.”
“You are capable like Kazumi.” Shimizu grew concerned, which became me at that moment.
“What are you so small about? Let Kurokawa take notice of you; you can be like Kazumi.”
“That beauty and Kurokawa are new and good, but you are all newcomers.” I thanked her after a few instances.
“What are you so small about? Let Kurokawa take notice of you; you can be like Kazumi.”
“That beauty and Kurokawa are new and good, but you are all newcomers.”
I suddenly realized this was a heavy responsibility, yet she seemed so fragile at such a moment.
It is crucial to ensure this heart is dependent, but don’t rely too heavily on it, or you might fall into a point of no return. Her gaze revealed the struggle and pain within her heart.
Her tears in this moment did not signify weakness; rather, her heart was burdened with too much pain and helplessness. She held many grievances and wounds.
She extended her hand, tightly grasping it, deciding that since it was this way, she would let what was in her hand replace her and fulfill those unfulfilled wishes.
She appeared increasingly uneasy, fearing loss, and wanting to hold on tightly. Her fingers trembled slightly, as if telling a story.
I suddenly thought, what exactly is this? Why did my heart become so uneasy all of a sudden? Could it be the magic of love, making me restless and wanting to protect her?
As this power surged, a flicker of complicated feelings appeared in her eyes. It was an indescribable gentleness that drew her closer, urging her to protect.
She finally raised her hand, gently caressing the rope, as if feeling its existence. This was a deep attachment that made her unable to resist coming closer.
This rope was both the starting point and the end of everything. She gripped it tightly, as if holding onto her hope and her future.
Her gaze was filled with complicated emotions. This deep attachment made her instinctively want to come closer and protect.
This rope was the beginning of everything, as well as its conclusion. She held onto it tightly, as if grasping her own hope, securing her own future.
