At dusk, a masked woman appeared among the falling cherry blossoms. "Hey, am I beautiful?" This was her usual way of starting a conversation. Regardless of the response, she would remove her mask, revealing her most sinister face. "Miss Yawning Girl, you are very beautiful." Fujiwara Hoshizora pulled down her mask and kissed her fiercely. (Sweet and cruel, with both sweetness and torment, no pretense, just the trivialities of daily life.)
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