"Mr. Kiryu! Elodie and I want to build a snowman! Do you want to join us?"
"Build a snowman? Now?" Kiryu responded, questioning Mukiwa who was standing in front of him.
Kiryu was one of the few people Mukiwa could communicate with at a normal volume.
Mukiwa nodded vigorously, "Today the ground is finally covered with snow thick and wet enough! Elodie and I plan to compete in building a snowman! Mr. Kiryu, come play with us!"
"Building a snowman..." Kiryu laughed helplessly and then shook his head, "I won't go; you and Miss Ailuodi have fun..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Kiryu's words stopped abruptly.
The old man sensed something, his expression changed suddenly, and he looked around in all directions.
"Mr. Kiryu?" Seeing Kiryu's sudden change in expression in front of him, Mukiwa couldn't help but be surprised, "What's wrong?"
"..." Kiryu didn't respond to Mukiwa's question.
