Lonely Rock for the Blind.

Nekoyashiki Haru nodded.

"Hehehe..."

Dahei Yin chuckled softly.

Nekoyashiki Haru sat on the sofa.

Listening to the sounds of stir-frying coming from the kitchen.

She patted her thigh, feeling a little restless.

I definitely feel bad if I don't do anything...

But if I go there to cook, I'll just be a nuisance.

Nekoyashiki Haru sighed.

Then, amidst this inexplicable awkwardness, the kitchen door was opened.

Dahei Yin walked over carrying several plates.

"Dinner is ready."

"Issue Otoko said with a smile."

He then went into the bedroom and placed the food on the small table that had been set out.

"... "

Following the sound, Nekoyashiki Haru walked over.

"Come and eat."

Okoro waved to Nekoyashiki Haru.

"Ah."

Nekoyashiki Haru nodded, then began to explore.

Once you find the table, you can sit in the correct spot...

Snapped.

Daikoku Otoko grasped Nekoya Shikiharu's hand.

"If you can't find the location, just let me know."

The black-haired woman stood up, her dark green eyes gently stroking Nekoyashiki Haru's face.

He was then led to the correct seat at the table.

"Qing said before that I was becoming distant from everyone... Actually, you're the kind of person who easily distances yourself from others too."

Nekoyashiki Haru blinked but didn't say anything.

"Hmm... never mind, let's eat. I've put all yours on one plate. Do you need me to feed you?"

"Need not."

Nekoyashiki Haru shook her head.

“I can eat by myself.”

Nekoyashiki Haru picked up the plate, scooped up some food with a spoon, and put it in her mouth.

"... "

Then he just stood there, slightly stunned.

"How is it? Is it delicious?"

Dahei Yin asked with a hint of anticipation.

"…Um…"

Nekoyashiki Haru remained silent for a while.

"...It's a little faint."

Does that mean it doesn't taste good?

"No... if I can taste it, then it's just right."

Nekoyashiki laughed.

"Thank you, it's delicious."

"... "

Dahei Yin was slightly taken aback.

"Ah...that's good."

He then took two cans of wine out of the bag.

"Want a drink?"

"No."

Nekoyashiki Haru shook her head.

"Just the feeling of eating is enough."

"Hmm... I think so too."

Dahei Yin had already put down the wine jar.

Nekoyashiki Haru lowered her head and ate peacefully.

The dark, emerald-green eyes of the Ōkoro Otoko watched quietly.

A dim yellow light from the ceiling cast a yellowish glow on the two figures.

"Speaking of which, Qing, the shop manager told me before that your mother traveled all the way back to Japan to talk to you about treatment... Although you seem to have refused now, where is she now? Is she still in Japan?"

"?"

Nekoyashiki Haru raised her head.

"It was just casual conversation."

Dahei Yinyi laughed.

"Please, let me, a working person, have a break for a while."

"do not know."

Nekoyashiki Haru lowered her head and continued eating.

"It could be in the UK, it could be in France, it could be in the US."

"Anyway, I'm not by your side... right?"

Dahei Yinyi laughed.

"Hehehe..."

"What are you laughing at?"

Nekoyashiki Haru tilted her head in confusion.

"Sometimes I really feel like you and I are a lot alike, Qing."

Dahei Yin used his left hand to pick up some rice and put it in his mouth.

"Actually... my parents are often not around me either, from childhood to adulthood."

"Ok?"

"Well, that's also a major reason why I entered the music industry."

Dahei Yin squinted his eyes and put it in his mouth.

next moment…

"It's so salty!"

"...Is there?"

Chapter 217 Chatting

A snowy night.

I've been very sensitive to the cold since I was a child.

It's probably due to my constitution; I become sluggish and my hands and feet become stiff in winter.

It was just a minor problem, and I didn't tell anyone.

What good would it do to say anything? Just wear more clothes, turn on the heat, and sleep in the kotatsu all day long.

Okay, that sounds really good.

Dahei Yinyi considers herself to be rather lazy.

Because I can't get up in the morning.

He got out of bed, his messy black hair sticking up in all directions.

Then I wash my face, brush my teeth, cook, eat, and go to school. The next day is the same.

Of course, all of this requires getting out of bed.

And so she fell down again, her consciousness enveloped in the warmth of the blankets.

Anyway, no one will care about me.

Anyway, I live alone at home.

So just close your eyes.

School and stuff...

"Get up."

The boy's voice rang out from beside the bed.