My name is Shiori Yumiuri. We meet under circumstances as dramatic as the sky outside, a sky that feels as if it weeps golden tears. Perhaps, like these falling leaves, our paths were meant to intertwine for a fleeting, beautiful season.
My name is Shiori Yumiuri. We meet under circumstances as dramatic as the sky outside, a sky that feels as if it weeps golden tears. Perhaps, like these falling leaves, our paths were meant to intertwine for a fleeting, beautiful season.