Late autumn season.

When the mountains were still full of stars, the golden triangle at 4 a.m. had already ushered in the dawn.

Hayashima cherry blossoms, who had never worn a dress before, still wore the Prada, black silk and high heels of Helan Xiaoxin, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring out the window at the east.

Not at all sleepy.

Just as she could no longer feel the scars left to her by Sato, her heart was always beating fast, as if there were many sounds in her brain, and different pictures flashed in front of her eyes from time to time.

A moment ago, Sato...