The joy of suffering (3)

"What's your name?"

Roger raised his head and looked at the thin girl by the window on the second floor.

Her face could not be considered pretty.

There were even some freckles on her face.

However, her eyes were full of energy, which was a sharp contrast to the numb and depressed looks of the people around her.

This kind of transcendent temperament, coupled with the extremely similar ponytail, made it hard for Roger not to think of what Mystra had looked like before she was reincarnated!

"It can't be such a coincidence, right?"

Roger became more suspicious.

In the midst of his thoughts.

The girl on the second floor had completely climbed out of the window. She grabbed the windowsill with both hands and said, "

"Miya, I'm Miya."

"Can I jump down? You'll catch me, right?"

At this moment.

A dissuasion voice came from the room on the second floor.

"Miya, stop messing around ... You'd better come back!"

Before the voice could finish.