Is it true that when everything starts from scratch, we, everyone, everything, everything, will change?
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The brown-haired man sat quietly at his desk.
In front of him is a document that has just been printed and still smells of ink.
"Your Highness Sawada..." Bagir, who was on the side, saw that his calm and elegant leader was uncharacteristically uncharacteristic. Knowing the heavy blow this document had brought to him, he hesitated to speak.
After a long time, the man waved his hand and said in a relaxed tone: "Bajir, I'm fine. If you don't have anything to report, just... Go out first. I need to calm down alone."
Close the door gently, but carefully open it a crack.
Bagir looked at the door slightly worriedly. The calm man is now correcting documents at his desk as usual. He breathed a sigh of relief and finally left with peace of mind.
Listening to the patter of footsteps, Sawada Tsunayoshi put down the pen in his hand and smiled bitterly.
Bagir is not Li Baoen, how can he know his own thoughts?
On the table, in the paper, there is a black and white Li Baoen holding his usual Czech-made CZ-75, smiling brightly.
The death notice on the side has five big characters in bold, which is very painful.