"Is something wrong?"
Junan's question was only answered by the little one shaking his head. He had been gloomy all this time, even though his little mouth was full of steamed buns. His mouth chewed slowly, not as enthusiastic as usual, especially since there was no conversation to accompany him.
Junan really wondered what happened with just one expensive? They parted on good terms yesterday. The little one did not reject their intertwined hands at all, so what made his mood bad?
Before Junan wanted to ask again after his long inner struggle. The teacher had entered the classroom, which automatically stopped all the conversations. Sitting back in their respective chairs neatly, the warm atmosphere immediately changed to become more serious.
