A handwritten note rested on the counter:
The bookshop was gone the next morning. In its place, a vending machine that only sold warm milk tea.
And she smiles, because there are still things she doesn’t know.
Inside, there were no titles, no authors. Just page after page of strange facts:
Yuna hesitated. Then she picked a book at random.
A handwritten note rested on the counter:
The bookshop was gone the next morning. In its place, a vending machine that only sold warm milk tea. shiranai koto shiritai
And she smiles, because there are still things she doesn’t know. A handwritten note rested on the counter: The
Inside, there were no titles, no authors. Just page after page of strange facts: there were no titles
Yuna hesitated. Then she picked a book at random.