Fujiwara Ize had no other option and had to call his subordinates to bring some food.
Seeing that Mo Ran was truly exhausted, he said, "There's a room upstairs, you can pick one and rest."
Mo Ran didn't abuse herself either and went upstairs to find a room to sleep in.
She slept until evening and woke up feeling thirsty. She turned on the bedside lamp and went downstairs to get some water.
As she passed by a room, she heard sobbing sounds from inside.
Mo Ran paused, thinking she might have encountered a ghost.
Listening carefully, the sound seemed to be coming from Fujiwara Ize.
Is he... crying?!
Mo Ran felt incredulous. Through a gap in the door, she saw a figure curled up on the carpet by the bed, lightly trembling as he hugged himself.
The room was dark, but the silhouette unmistakably belonged to Fujiwara Ize.
He really is crying...
