As the words were spoken, the air seemed to be infused with glue, gradually congealing.
The young girl sat upright on the stool, her pure, natural golden hair, free of any impurities, cascaded over her shoulders.
Her delicate lips were as red as rose petals, and the slight upturn at the corners hinted at an air of proud confidence.
The young lady had learned emotional management and would never show her vulnerability or anger in front of others.
Morimoto Chiyoda sat across from her on the tutor's chair, her legs crossed, her posture with arms wrapped around her chest unchanged. Her eyes were as deep as the Tokyo night sky, her expression composed.
A tempest raged in her heart; she could never have imagined that after ten years of being with Aozawa, she had only recently learned that he was an Angel Envoy with the power of Infinity Big.
This young lady had known Aozawa for less than half a year.
