She didn't mean to go to Italy, really!
It's just that going to recognize relatives once a year has become a habit.
She didn't mean to pick someone up to take home, really!
It's just that someone was injured and lying on the ground, exuding the aura of needing help. She couldn't turn a blind eye.
——Hey, remember to stay ten meters away from me if you don't have a shower.
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——Hey, if you haven't washed your hands, remember to stay ten meters away from me.
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——Hey, if you are covered in blood, remember to stay ten meters away from me.
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——Hey, if you don't know me, please stay ten meters away from me.
——The prince thinks you look familiar.
——This way of picking up a conversation is already old-fashioned. Please step back ten meters, thank you.
--Oh? Are you ordering me? I am a prince.
--Stop! I'm just a commoner. Prince, please retreat!
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This is a story about a woman suffering from an inexplicable illness who went to Italy to find her relatives as usual and picked up a man covered in blood.
This is a story about fostering and being fostered (ah hey!).
Al, you said you lost your memory again and don't remember her?
It doesn't matter, after a year, she will forget you unconsciously!
↑The one above, everyone is welcome to take a look.
Look, look, come here, the source of the picture