In early winter, when the sky breaks out and the sky is completely white, it feels like a dream. Silver frost cold trees are prone to illusions.
Isn't it said that people have been brainwashed and lost their memory? How could it be? He is probably dreaming. Yamadabuki was paralyzing his thoughts at this time, otherwise how would he know who the tightly wrapped person in front of him was.
Ever since he did that task, he didn't even dare to mention the other person's name.
Haha...it must be an illusion. Yamada Fuki looked ugly, but still forced himself to smile, "Are you a new member?"
"Hey, don't you recognize me?" Kamiyauri waved desperately in front of the other party, "It's me."
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