Even in the deep night, in this area of four to five square kilometers, the population would not be less than fifty thousand.
"Absolutely not!"
Mrs. Hoshimi suddenly raised her voice.
"Hikari, we can't let this happen." She said firmly, "We must return to Tokyo now."
"No use in rushing." Mrs. Kasahara looked up at her close friend, her voice was soft and clear, "Where we are now is about eight hundred kilometers from land, can you fly back?"
Mrs. Hoshimi's slender wrist lifted as she grabbed Fujiwara Reya's hand on the table and shook it, then looked at him with her clear eyes as if she could see right through him, her brows slightly furrowed as if asking him to quickly agree to her request.
What a pitiable melancholic beauty.
Fujiwara Reya's heart softened immediately, wanting to bend down right there and say to her, "Come, ride on me, I'll take you flying." However, Mrs. Kasahara suddenly grabbed his wing, and his just-raised head was pushed down.
