Consciousness returned again, and Shirakawa Sawahei instinctively used his hand to block his eyes, trying to shield some of the bright light streaming through the curtains.
Huh? My hand can move?
The old scumbag's head was a bit foggy for a moment. He struggled to get up and found his chest feeling a bit heavy. A glance showeds that last night's blackened little lolita, Asano Nazuki, was now using his chest as a pillow, soundly asleep. The sweet and cute smile at the corner of her mouth didn't reveal the exhaustion likely causing a few strands of hair to stick to her cheeks, making her look especially endearing.
Shirakawa Sawahei: "..."
He was truly speechless now; he was running out of regrets in this life... Blackened Nazuki wasn't planning to play out a bad ending with a hatchet; she intended on perfectly executing her solo route ending!
