Inside an old apartment, Sakai Misaki lay sideways on the bed, blinking, secretly glancing at the young man sitting on the chair not far away.
The facilities in this apartment were terribly outdated, clearly not properly maintained for many years. The old-fashioned chandelier on the ceiling cast a slightly dim yellow light, coating the man's side profile with a texture like an oil painting.
The young man wore a dark blue cotton shirt, his eyebrows and eyes were mild, his build slender, his complexion pale. He had medium-length hair, the ends casually tied up behind his head into a simple bun, exuding a melancholic aura, like a male lead who walked out of a comic book.
She didn't know why she felt terribly scared in this world, yet upon seeing Kato Shinjiro, with him by her side, she inexplicably felt at ease.
She was not obsessed with looks, but Mr. Katou gave her a very comforting feeling.
"Miss Zuo Bo, is something wrong?" Kato Shinjiro turned his head and asked softly.
