[Comprehensive Manga] time and time

Giotto was sitting on a wooden bench, surrounded by lush plants, and there were bright red roses blooming in the green, which was extremely beautiful at first glance.

This kind of plant really has a very eye-catching charm. Once you see it, you can't take your eyes off it.And they seem to be more gorgeous, warm and beautiful in the East.

He once promised her that he would go to the east with her, and although she didn't say where she was from, even though she didn't say where she was, the surname Zetian was undoubtedly Japanese.

So he came here to see what kind of place she used to live.

Giotto raised his head slightly, looked up at the dazzling sun in the sky, the strong light made him narrow his eyes slightly, and he stretched out his hand to block the dazzling sunlight.

He no longer had the dazzling blond hair of the past, and the broken hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks showed a little gray, but the orange-gold eyes were still as bright as ever, making him not look sick.

She said that he was as dazzling as the sun, but the current him may no longer be worthy of this compliment.

And maybe she didn't know that when she said this, her eyes were as dazzling as the stars.

—Is it because the sun and the stars cannot appear at the same time?

—so we are doomed to part?

Giotto closed his eyes lightly, so that the sun-burned eyes were relieved and a little moist.

— Then did you love me?

He never expected the answer to this question.

—but I love you so much.

Even though I know that what you hold in my arms is nothing more than gratitude, as if you are desperately trying to be nice to me as if you are trying to compensate someone, but I still want to spend my life with you like this.

because I know--

As long as you are alive, you will not leave me.

How hurtful the only way to leave, the only reason to leave.

— how... I don't want you to leave.

How I wish I could hold your hand all the time, I hope you can still sit by my side, laugh and say I am ugly, or still praise me as dazzling as the sun.

—I want to hear your voice.

Giotto opened his eyes again, and what caught his eyes again was the whole field of bright red roses.

The green leaves set off just right, making the flowers more delicate and beautiful, and they are unforgettable.

Giotto knows that it is difficult to forget someone, but he doesn't know how long it will take to forget someone.

If I forget you, you will be sad, right?

But... you can forget me without hesitation.

——She is such a ruthless person.

——But he is also an incredibly gentle person.

Maybe you don't know, but I have seen you a long time ago.

Giotto leaned back, found a comfortable position and raised his head slightly, the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, as if recalling something from a long time ago.

ahh-

That's really unforgettable--

——The first love that shakes the heart like a red rose.

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When he was young, he had an adventurous heart, so he sneaked into a secluded area in a corner of the city alone.

In the depths surrounded by thorn bushes, there is a small house with only one roof exposed from a distance. It is rumored that a witch in a black robe lives there.

Around the small house, there is a large area of ​​bright red roses, and only one path can enter it.

He walked carefully through the path and came to the small house.

Then I met that person who was like a princess living in the forest.

He'll never forget the first time he saw her—

——The girl in the flowers was only wearing a long white dress, with a peaceful face, and her jet-black hair was scattered on her shoulders, fluttering gently with the breeze.

Even in such a remote place, the sun still gave him sunshine, his eyes were slightly squinted by the glare of the sun, and the figure of the other party was a little illusory in his eyes.

Then he saw her raise her head, and her dark eyes just met his.

There seemed to be a glimmer of light in her eyes, and then she smiled at him with a gentleness that was incredible.

"Good afternoon." She said, with a familiar tone like someone who was very close to him.

He was at a loss for a moment, he didn't know when, his body that was originally hiding in the bushes was already exposed standing up like this.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" She said softly, but it was very clear to him.

Maybe she is like a witch who can seduce people, let him order a little subconsciously, and then he tasted the tea she made——

It seemed to be an oriental drink. He had heard from his grandfather that it was something with a bitter taste.But the tea in the mouth is not bitter, even sweet, and it is indescribably delicious when paired with the small desserts on the table.

That taste lingers on the tip of my tongue, and I can still recall it until now.

He stayed there until the evening that day, and finally left under her watch.

Then the second day, the third day...

— but they never exchanged names from beginning to end.

She never said her name, or she didn't mean to.

She always looked at him with gentle and slightly sad eyes. At that time, he didn't understand what this inconceivably gentle woman was sad about.

It may be that it is too lonely for her to live here alone, so he is willing to come and accompany her often.

——Because they made a promise that only two people would meet.

She would let him take a nap on her lap, and gently rub his head with the palm of her hand—the body of a woman is extremely soft, with a faint fragrance lingering, just like poppy, which makes people nostalgic and unforgettable.

Then the day before she disappeared, she gave him a hug and said 'thank you' to him.

Since then, there is no longer her in the hut, but there is an extra Porta who guards the hut.

It was also at that time that G knew that he often came here.

Heh, that period was the happiest period of his childhood. He would run to that small room almost whenever he was free.

He knew that she possessed extremely powerful power, and even her talents were beyond his reach. Perhaps it was because of this that he never thought that one day she would leave.

— but did not tell him where she was going.

So is she... your future self?

Although this is just a conclusion drawn from his super intuition.

When she appeared in front of him again, it was in a dark alley.

It was like disappearing suddenly and reappearing suddenly.

The girl's whole body was covered with blood, her fair skin was obviously sick, her long black hair that belonged to the east almost covered her entire upper body, she was as fragile as a small animal that couldn't find a home.

——No matter how long it has passed, he can recognize her at a glance.

So he ignored G's objection and resolutely decided to take her back.

"Who are you?" However, her voice was soft, her black eyes did not have the familiar gentleness, but instead were blank and empty, but her palms held the clothes on his chest tightly, and her leaning gesture made him feel almost instantly Distressed.

— You shouldn't be like this.

He said so in his heart.

— But what should you be like?

At least not so dazed, so helpless, as if the next second does not exist in this world.

I know you are extraordinary, you have a power that I cannot understand, a past and a future that I cannot know.

But I still want to be by your side just like that time.

and so--

——May I take care of you for the rest of your life?

There's nothing wrong with being weak, and it doesn't matter if you just rely on me. All I want is you by my side.

...just like that.

Holding you in my arms, who is shedding tears, I clearly swore to protect you and not let you go.

But in the end, I couldn't catch you either.

I can't stop you from leaving.

—but where are you going?

——Can you... take me with you?

You once said that you hate my super-intuitiveness the most, so I didn't tell you, I knew when you were unwilling to confide in your heart——

—You will leave me.

But I can't do anything, I can only look at your almost sad eyes.

——You obviously don't want to leave.

No?

- You have not regretted it.

I know a little bit.

But we can't go back.

I... failed to protect you.

The truly gentle person is actually you.

The person who taught me to be gentle is also you.

It was only you.

——Then, can I see you again?

——Sure, we can meet again, right?

After all, you once held my hand tightly, as if you swore to never leave.

It's just that I don't want to hear you say 'thank you' to me again.

——Because I can no longer bear the price of hearing this sentence every time.

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There was a gentle wind blowing slowly, and Giotto squinted his eyes comfortably with a sense of comfort. He looked ahead, and gently raised his arms and stretched forward——

The girl's posture was clearly displayed in front of her.

Even now I can recall—

your face.

your eyes.

your lips.

your temperature.

Your voice.

So please - don't forget me can you?

I will never forget you

——Just make an oath.

— My...Citria.

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"Father?" A man's voice suddenly rang out in the courtyard, and with the sound, that man also appeared in the courtyard. His appearance was [-]% similar to that of Giotto when he was young, with a soft expression and a hand holding a A long black coat, and then fell silent when he saw the person leaning on the bench.

Giotto closed his eyes with a peaceful expression, his arms were gently hanging by his side, as if he had fallen asleep.

The man walked towards the bench, and when he got closer, he gently covered the sleeping Giotto with his coat. His brown eyes were extremely gentle, with a slight hint of sadness.

"Sweet dreams, father."

— Will you dream of your mother?

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- My...Citria

——my most precious person

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【Tiamo】

Then you gave me warmth

Or did I give you light?

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The next world [Wang Tian

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