(Tomorrow morning, this line will disappear)

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

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Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly thought of the way home by the tram last night, and accidentally found the child playing with a slingshot shooting stones in the park, his beautiful eyes were slightly condensed, and a haze flashed in his heart.

Is it a coincidence, a dream, or a ......

Watanabe Zhiho's lips pursed slightly, and a trace of sadness appeared between his eyebrows unconsciously, and he couldn't dissolve.

Squeak!

The tram arrived.

Watanabe got off the tram, stepped on high heels, and walked in the direction of the company, and after half an hour, he came to the office building, took the elevator to the ninth floor, and after checking in at the punch card at the door of the company, he started today's front desk work.

Watanabe Shiho woke up in the morning, opened his eyes, looked at the ceiling, it was white, and he was quietly relieved, he really had a nightmare last night, but it was a little too realistic, and now I still remember it vividly.

Watanabe Shiho turned his head sideways and glanced at the window, the glass was shining with glass in the morning light, and the window was not damaged at all, well, to confirm again, it was really a terrible nightmare last night.

Thinking of this, Watanabe Zhiho relaxed, his hands were stretched outward, he stretched his waist, and stayed in the warm quilt for a while before he got out of bed and washed.

After washing up, taking the bread I bought from the convenience store yesterday in my hand, with a carton of milk, Shiho Watanabe sat on a chair, eating bread and drinking milk in small bites, this is today's breakfast.

After breakfast, Shiho Watanabe threw the bread bag and milk carton into the trash, took out a set of clothes from the closet and put it on his body, dressed up, went to the entrance and put his feet in the high heels, bent down to put the velvet slippers in the shoe cabinet, opened the door, and a new day began.

Watanabe walked out of the house and subconsciously glanced out the window, there was no change in the slightest, no difference from usual, as if nothing had really happened.

Watanabe shook his head, leaving the last trace of suspense in his heart, rushed to the tram platform, and waited for five or six minutes for the tram to come.

Watanabe followed the flow of people into the tram, but fortunately there was still a vacant seat on the tram, she hurriedly walked over, occupied a seat, and sat down by the window.

Looking at the scenery outside the window, Watanabe suddenly remembered that on the way home by the tram last night, he accidentally found the child in the park who was playing with a slingshot and shooting stones, and his beautiful eyes were slight

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