You mean the previous panda pillow?
Apparently, because the weather turned cold, the panda expanded and contracted with the heat, and the fabric tore in various places, the yarn on its hands and feet snapped, and the internal cotton spilled out.
The merchant's workmanship was too poor; it broke.
Haruko had no choice but to get a new one.
Her consciousness gradually blurred, her thoughts stalled, and Haruko fell asleep without even having time to turn off the light.
Time seemed to pass for a long time, yet it also felt like only an instant. When Haruko opened her eyes again, she felt herself in an unusually familiar place.
Across the road from the Fordrington Hotel.
This place was more than just familiar; she would never forget it in this lifetime.
It was the beginning of the end of her love with her girlfriend in her previous life.
"Did I travel back in time?"
Haruko shivered and suddenly turned around, finding a blurry figure standing beside her.
She couldn't see the face, couldn't see the figure, like Xiao Hei from Conan, or a torn and indistinct figure from a ghost movie.
This person was holding a beautiful bouquet composed of 52 white roses in their hands. Even though she couldn't see the face, Haruko knew that this person's expression was one of anticipation, joy, and happiness.
Haruko looked at her own hands.
"Transparent..."
Her eyes flickered. "I didn't travel back. My previous life's self is already dead. I almost forgot this is a lucid dream."
She was more like a blurry soul entity now than a person.
And the person beside her, holding the pure white roses, was her former self!
"So this is the kind of dream I'm having? Do I still have lingering feelings for my previous life?"
Haruko had thought the dream would be the illusion she saw on the figurine just now.
Who would have thought it would be a past memory?
However, she shouldn't have any lingering feelings for her former self.
She clearly remembered the plot that would happen next.
It was the two-year anniversary of her relationship with her girlfriend. Full of anticipation, she bought roses and gifts to give to her girlfriend, but after crossing the street during this 90-second red light, she saw her girlfriend walk out of the hotel with a middle-aged man.
It turned out her girlfriend had already betrayed her a long time ago.
Her former self's heart ached. After knowing she had been betrayed, she broke up with her girlfriend.
Then.
"Hiss..."
Haruko covered her head, feeling a headache, somewhat unwilling to recall.
She only remembered being at home, feeling depressed for three months before going out.
She encountered a thug in a coffee shop, fought desperately to subdue him, but still ended up in the hospital. After being discharged, she was sent to the world of this female-oriented novel by a large truck.
And after transmigrating, she aimed to use Ichiko's protagonist halo for self-preservation and also took pleasure in teasing Ichiko, gradually reaching the present.
The past of her previous life had long been thrown to the back of her mind.
This dream actually brought her back!
"What's the point of watching what happened again?"
Haruko spoke, addressing her past self.
However, as she expected, her past self couldn't hear her voice.
She reached out to touch the roses.
She just passed right through them.
Instantly, she understood what role she was playing in this dream.
A spectator.
Unable to influence the dream's direction, nor present within it, she was like someone peering into unforgettable past memories.
The red light on the pedestrian crossing decreased second by second, the twilight deepening heavily.
The blurry figure holding the white roses became more and more expectant, while Haruko's own heart gradually sank.
Red light stops, yellow light flashes, green light shines.
The world seemed to stand still with the traffic at this moment.
The past figure, holding the roses, was the first to step out.
Haruko sighed and followed closely behind.
As they walked, the surrounding figures seemed to gradually decrease and fade away, the zebra crossing also turned into a bridge, and the surrounding traffic rolled like flowing blood.
When they reached the other side, the bustling street was cleared, and in Haruko's eyes.
A man wearing a gold chain was holding her former girlfriend, slowly walking out of the hotel.
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