But at this moment, it wasn't just the pleasant "Hi" that fell towards Sakuragi...
It was also the iron shovel raised high, smashing down towards her forehead.
"Bang!"
"Ha..."
"Bang!!"
"Ha... ha..."
"Bang!!!"
...
...
"Click..."
Yan Huan went to the tea shop to buy the cheapest drink, had the staff fill a cup with warm water, then carried it along with a straw back to the equipment room.
He gently pressed the door handle, and the door opened.
Inside, Sakuragi Hitomi, dressed in what looked like a hospital gown, was still lying there obediently.
Her forehead still had a little swelling, and her lips were dry and peeling...
Seeing Yan Huan return, she happily blinked her eyes.
Everything was just as it was when Yan Huan left.
"I'm back, Sakuragi..."
"..."
Yan Huan squatted by her side, inserted the straw into the tea cup, then helped her sit up,
and as he supported her, Sakuragi Hitomi's face got even closer to Yan Huan's face.
"Here, water."
