Description
My walls are blue, bluer than the sky outside and so am I. Probably the reason why I dislike sunsets, they turn the blueish sky into different kinds of shade, like pink, orange, or purple. I'm not a fan of any flower's elegance for the reason it reminds me of my childhood innocence. Flowers, in any color, are nothing but a blind sight to me. Not anyone taught me how to like the things I once adored. Not anyone has ever reminded me what beauty a sunset holds, nor did anyone show me the real elegance of a flower-it's been so long since I've watched a flower wilt, to witness its fallen petal turning into dust on the ground where it sprouted. In a glimpse-there's Hwang Yeji, a person who cries over sunset. Flowers can make her the happiest person in the world too. Isn't it funny? Well, I, Ryujin-thought it was funny at first too... I'm Shin Ryujin, can you take a look at my life?
Chapter 1
