Fujiwara Reya observed her expression, trying to discern if there was any unusual emotion.
"What are you looking at?" Kasahara Fumi smiled, her fingers interlaced, "I am a little anxious and uneasy, but I can't show it in front of Xiangxiang."
As she spoke, she lowered her eyes slightly, and her stunning face appeared a bit forlorn.
Fujiwara Reya found her very endearing in this state.
He stepped forward and stood close to her.
The couple didn't speak much, as if both had their own thoughts.
Kasahara Fumi stood upright, habitually straightening her chest and back, looking very competent and beautiful. She was still slightly taller than Fujiwara Reya, with flowing snow-like white hair and blood-red eyes, she looked like a mesmerizing beauty.
Fujiwara Reya searched for some words in his mind, just about to speak, when Kasahara Fumi reached out and embraced him.
His vision went dark, and there was some softness on his forehead, as if he had sunk into something.
