"Yan Huan, why aren't you leaving yet?"
Tuesday morning, Miao walks in front, turning her head to look at Yan Huan who pauses, glancing around the corridor, and meows, asking this.
"...I'm thinking about Sakuragi."
"Sakuragi?"
Miao tilts her head, expressing confusion.
And Yan Huan exhales a breath of warm air, walking towards the stairway.
Today's weather is gloomy, the clouds thick, the sun not visible, and the temperature is low.
It's as if it has suddenly returned to early spring, prompting Yan Huan to wear an extra trench coat today.
Miao leaps onto his shoulder, saying,
"In my opinion, you really don't need to worry about the possibility that Sakuragi doesn't like you... If she didn't like you, why would she spy on you?"
Yan Huan walks down the stairway, scanning the surroundings for possible locations of cameras while shaking his head to explain,
