Mor smiled and shook her head, saying, "I'm just doing what I can."
At the same time, her voiceover sounded again—
"A very common conversation, very normal politeness, but it's not fake. There is genuine gratitude between each other. This feeling is not bad at all..."
"But it's precisely this cozy, lazy daily routine that still seeps with a chill that makes me shiver..."
"The corner everyone can see yet deliberately ignores has never appeared in any topic..."
"I really like you, so for the next question, I sincerely hope you can give me a wrong answer..."
The narration and BGM faded away together.
After a brief silence, Mor turned to her friend struggling with a reference book and softly asked, "By the way, Apricot, how many people are there in our class?"
"Eh? Come on, if it was a few months ago, fine, but now you still don't know how many people are in the class?"
The girl called Apricot blinked and then spread her hands saying, "Of course, it's... uh..."
