He lit a cigarette and opened his eyes. Indeed, his body was satisfied, but somehow his heart began to feel nothing. Bowing his head, he looked at the girl in his heart who was closing her eyes; he forced her to no strength; if it were before, he would have been arrogant because of his ability, but now even he still doesn't care.
It looks like something is slowly changing.
Seeing her like that, why did his heart begin to feel empty?
Slightly smirking, he glanced around the room. The previous soft colors were wholly changed to bold colors, which were highly eye-catching but hurt his eyes. Everything was no longer elegant; he finally found no memory of the past.
What did this room look like in the old days? How long has he yet to see it? Now looking at this strange color, he even dou
