She didn't sense anything threatening about the man. There was no need to be so tense.
To her surprise, her words made Yamada shiver as if he'd caught a chill.
The temperature fluctuated wildly between day and night in early spring, and the evenings were especially cold in a small mountain town like this. As she thought about it, Xin Huohuo felt a chill herself and turned to go back inside.
Just then, however, Yamada suddenly blurted out, "Why can't you sleep? Did you hear something?"
"I told you before, unless it's business, don't say another word to me. Are we friends? Good colleagues? I don't need your phony concern." Xin Huohuo huffed, pulling the sash of her white, floral-patterned robe tighter.
