Villainess's Sweet Everyday

My phone rang. I put my back on my back and went out to my phone. It was calcillator-like.

The sounds of anxiety and joy shook my ears and seemed like a hammer of justice banishing this mad world.

"Yes, I'm in the bus, so please keep your voice down."

Yes, I was worried because I suddenly disappeared.

"I'm sorry."

Of course, I think it's a meaningful action, so I often think about it.

"Yes"

My grandmother bent over and looked back at me, looking at me with a bitten face of tomatoes. Don't you think I can't forgive you?

Please let me know if anything happens. I'll see you later.

"Yes"