The bonfire was crackling away, and the noise from the people around them seemed like sounds from another world. The Black Hearted Lolita stood there dumbfounded, her mouth wide open, her eyes filled with disbelief.
She had been looking for the figures of the Black Hearted Woman and Little Bai, but people's shadows were scattered and the firelight was overwhelming. It wasn't until the countdown for the late-night festival started that she managed to spot them. Just at the last second of the countdown, as if sensing something, Asano Nazuki casually glanced around and saw Shirakawa Sawahei holding Hayakawa Kashi's small hand.
Black Hearted Lolita: "???"
Hayakawa Kashi! How dare she... Oh... it's a curse, not a hand-holding ritual of the main couple. Then it's fine.
But why does this young lady inexplicably feel like she's been stabbed in the back? Is this Black Hearted Woman sneaking around?
