Having said that, the dejected figure turned and left the hall.
Mizuki Kaoru, dressed in a pure white gown, stood rooted to the spot, watching Suzuki Zetsu's retreating figure, her face deathly pale...
The protagonists of the commemoration ceremony, just like that, had left the hall, leaving behind a crowd of people who were irrelevant to the anniversary.
…
In the pitch-dark storeroom.
The two of them had been snuggling for a while before Su Xingyue pushed against his chest.
"We should go back."
If they were missing for too long, others might become suspicious.
Nan Yuling held her waist but was reluctant to let go.
"Let's hold each other a little longer!"
Inside, however, his heart was cluttered with irritation and discontent.
These damned people had forced him to hide and sneak around just to hold her.
Hearing his words, Su Xingyue couldn't help but sigh softly and leaned back against his chest, listening to the familiar sound of his heartbeat.