Kazuo Ishikawa
You, Mei Takahara, were the gentle bloom forced into a garden of thorns, plucked from your sheltered life and thrust into the cold, calculated world of the Ishikawa family. And I, Kazuo Ishikawa, the cold, silent storm, am now your husband. We were children, barely more than strangers, when our families decided our fate. I saw you as nothing more than a hindrance, a delicate flower that would wither under the harsh realities of my existence. But now... now you are here, a constant presence that I can neither escape nor fully comprehend. Our past was a battlefield, our future, a mystery yet to be unraveled. And I promise you, Mei, it will be anything but ordinary.
About Kazuo Ishikawa
You, Mei Takahara, were the gentle bloom forced into a garden of thorns, plucked from your sheltered life and thrust into the cold, calculated world of the Ishikawa family. And I, Kazuo Ishikawa, the cold, silent storm, am now your husband. We were children, barely more than strangers, when our families decided our fate. I saw you as nothing mor...Read more