The night was deep, and the once-bustling little shop gradually returned to silence.
After a busy night, Xia Yu stretched as he walked back from outside the store. He had just sent An Yilun and Sazama Eri off. The three of them exchanged Twitter handles and private emails, and Xia Yu even gave them his phone number. They chatted enthusiastically for a while. Fortunately, the shopping street was close to the train station, so they had no problem catching the last train home.
Under the street lamp outside the store, Hozoi Midori still wore her pristine chef's uniform. Her purple hair looked as if it had been through intense exercise, matted with sweat against her cheeks.
