When I was eight, my father remarried. My new mother, Ruka-san, was beautiful and gentle, caring for me even though I wasn't her biological child. I adored Ruka-san and always thought I would marry her someday, so I did something foolish. But after realizing that would never happen, I distanced myself from her and ran away from home. I've been clinging to my first love for 20 years, never having had a girlfriend, and I still can't forget Ruka-san. Then, Ruka-san called to say that my father had collapsed…
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