Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

Chapter 1562

Whether you look at it or not, the reality goes on.Daily jail proceeds indiscriminately, without thinking about it.Fortunately, there seems to be no backsliding of time, so if I get off the bus, it’s not like I was a kindergarten child.If this world was someone’s work, how would it be treated and disposed of?I wonder what happiness is.Suddenly, I feel the shaking of the bus.I wonder if I can open it if I have any chance.It made me feel better by placing the center of gravity of my head on the chair.Is it a stick or a scissors?What should I describe?Nothing in particular comes to mind for the time being.I wonder what it means to find a cure, to find yourself helpless, to be swayed by buses and run through the city without any progress.I don’t want to think too much about it.In order to survive as a nobleman to this day, I have learned the art of living through masks.