All day, Casey kept remembering what would happen in the future. And who will trigger the problem. Until she stopped her steps and closed her eyes, but the memory was still vague. Casey squeezed the cola she brought with her. "Haahh ... why still I can't remember," Casey complained as she opened the cola bottle cap and took a sip.
Casey's eyes were rounded when someone bumped into her shoulder from behind. As a result, the cola she was still drinking spilled onto her white clothes. The girl stared in disbelief at the person who had just bumped into her. "You-"
"Huh? You again? Not tired of bumping into me?"
