a woman who lost her memory often, natsuki kaor

In a scenic place, Monta stands staring at the lone paper. Put the paper in your pocket. A salaryman and Bunta with a sigh. I sigh and try to get back in the car. A woman walking idly in front of her eyes. Monta is taken away for a moment. The woman's walking was clearly strange. Here, on a private road, I shaved my neck to the side and opened the driver's door. Then I sat in the driver's seat and looked at the mirror to fix the backview mirror. He quickly opened the door and began running backwards. It was Bunta who closed his eyes and lifted a woman down the road.