Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

It's just a matter of how to make this happiness pulsate and how to make the most of it. I found myself pinching the konnyaku chair. I've worked hard every day, and the people around me have helped me along the fertile and abundant path of life. It was a life connected by people. Why am I reminiscing about it?

What is happening in King's Landing, what is the problem and what is the solution? The bus drove around a curve in the park. We were in the middle of nowhere. A main street. The main street, sucking us into the backcountry. Old houses stand out from here, and the architecture clearly shows the need to rebuild. You can sense the periodicity. Originally, they must have been sophisticated houses and company buildings. With a sideways glance at it, my gaze wanders away. The pupils see the buildings one after another and silence them one after another.