After changing into a new set of clothes in the activity room, Bologue lay down on the sofa, finally having time to ponder these complex matters.
The things that needed attention were simply too many, Bologue felt his level of anxiety was deepening, he tried not to think about Aimou, focusing his main energy on these extremely important events in front of him.
This negotiation attack wasn't that simple.
Bologue proposed this idea, then became more certain of this thought.
In his mind, he recalled that pitch-black figure again, Bologue felt there was a vague resonance between them, continuously stirring his inner heart.
Bologue found it hard to describe this feeling with words, just like... just like looking at his blood brother, even though Bologue had no siblings.
"Really strange..."
Bologue murmured to himself, pressing his hand onto where his heart was.
