C67 It has nothing to do with me

As long as I don't take the initiative to gather that memory in the early morning, there won't be any traces left behind.

This time was perfect for sleeping.

The gunfire outside has nothing to do with me.

In my sleep, there were two powerful arms around me, giving me warmth and support. His embrace was very comfortable.

I turned over lazily, and the soreness of my arm woke me up