“That’s why it’s cruel,” he replied.
She reached out and, for a moment, her fingers brushed his. Cold. Weightless. Like touching moonlight. sakura novel
She smiled then—a small, heartbreaking curve. “You’ve been painting me for years. You just never remembered my name.” “That’s why it’s cruel,” he replied
Kaito’s chest tightened. “Do I know you?” “That’s why it’s cruel