"Mr. Dubian, please stay away from me, I'm afraid your saliva will splatter into my bowl."
"I'm hurt." Dubian Che poked at his rice bowl and said disinterestedly, "Do you know how much I struggled to get to see you this morning? I fought for my life, and there were... tough trials, just to stand here healthy in body and mind."
"Oh, really? Hard work." Kiyono Lin replied without any interest.
"..."
"You two really haven't changed at all, you've been like this since the first time you met," Xiaoquan Aonai remarked with a laugh.
"Not at all," Dubian Che retorted, "this guy wasn't this harsh at the start."
Kiyono Lin chuckled lightly, seemingly in better spirits.
After finishing breakfast and entering the concert hall, Dubian Che sneaked a glance at Mayi Asuka.
Mayi Asuka, holding a tenor horn, had an expressionless, delicate face.
Looking at her clear eyes, Dubian Che doubted whether the morning's divine light was only a dream.
