The True Leader of the Liberation Group

The dimmed street lights painted a warm hue on the cobblestone pathways, contrasting with the vibrant kaleidoscope of fireworks bursting in the vast night sky. The aroma of savory yakitori and sweet takoyaki wafted through the air, their scent mingling delightfully with the delicate fragrance of Nadia's cherry blossom perfume. The rhythmic beats of traditional taiko drums pulsed in the background, adding to the festival's symphony.

 

Children, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of paper lanterns, laughed gleefully, darting around with joyous energy. Their giggles harmonized with the playful teasing of young couples, their whispers filled with innocent romance. It was a mosaic of loving hearts everywhere I turned, and right there, beside me, stood my beloved Nadia.