After all, transportation time and social courtesies must be accounted for...
By the time these tasks were completed, it was probably past eleven o'clock.
Beichuan Si took a sip of tea and stood up, patting the Shinra Bell that hung on the wall. "Shenzhu Shihui, what's the matter with Mirai? Is she feeling unwell?"
Given the energy of the young girl like Mirai, she should have been up and about already, so it was no wonder Beichuan Si considered the possibility of her feeling unwell.
"...Rather than saying she's unwell," Shenzhu Shihui floated out from the Shinra Bell, looking somewhat hesitant.
Beichuan Si might have fallen asleep quickly the night before and wasn't aware, but Shenzhu Shihui had clearly seen Mirai tossing and turning excitedly in her bed, her eyes wide open.
But if Shenzhu Shihui were to tell Beichuan Si this, what kind of expression would Mirai use to face him afterward?
