The afternoon sun cast a gentle warmth, painting the sky in soft hues of pink. Cherry blossoms bloomed in full glory, scattering like snow to form a delicate carpet around Nagi Seishiro. He lay languidly among the tender petals, a soft breeze rustling through his smooth hair, carrying the faint, sweet scent of sakura. For once, the perpetually unmotivated genius striker's eyes held a flicker of an unusual light.
ๅๅพ็้ฝๅ ๆบซๆๅฐ็่ฝ๏ผๅฐๆด็ๅคฉ็ฉบๆๆไธ็ๆๅ็็ฒ่ฒใ็้็ๆซป่ฑๅฆ้ช่ฌ็ด้ฃ๏ผๅจๅช่ช ๅฃซ้็่บซๆ้ชๆไธๅฐๆตชๆผซใไปๆ ตๆถๅฐ่บบ่ฅๅจๆ่ป็่ฑ็ฃไธญ๏ผๅพฎ้ขจๆ้ไปๆ่ป็้ซฎ็ตฒ๏ผๅธถไพๆทกๆทก็ๆซป่ฑ้ฆๆฐฃใๆพๅนพไฝๆ๏ผ้ไฝ็ธฝๆฏๆไธ่ตทๅ็ๅคฉๆๅ้๏ผๆญคๅป็็ผ็ธไธญๅป้็่ไธ็ตฒไธๅไปฅๅพ็ๅ ่ใ
Nongnoohja
2025-05-31 10:27:05 +0000 UTC