Five years have passed since I married Hijiri, who was a colleague of mine. She is about to be promoted, and she has a good relationship with her wife. A few days after moving, Mr. Ozawa confessed that he was having an affair with his married woman. I laughed at my usual joke, but they said they would show me the proof. When you head to the designated Japanese-style room, it becomes a magic mirror, and Hijiri, who should have gone out, comes to the room on the other side...
