Three years after I went to Tokyo and started working for the company, I finally got a long rest when my work calmed down. Unfortunately, the typhoon hits directly. When I was staying in the shade of a tree, I happened to meet Aunt Yuko with an umbrella that had been damaged by the rain on my side. As beautiful as ever, I couldn't keep my chest high. The thought of Aunt Yushi, who has been thinking for 20 years, blows like a rainstorm.
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