In an old hotel, Tang Ziyu was soaking in an open-air hot spring facing Mount Fuji, accompanied by several small bottles of sake to warm his body even more. Her eyes kept looking at the mountain, but her expression clearly showed that her mind was filled with various complicated problems, and she also repeatedly let out soft sighs.
As she thought, Tang Ziyu continued to stroke a long-tailed white weasel curled up on her right shoulder, and the weasel seemed to enjoy her caress. "Thank you for spending these two weeks with me, You Bai. I actually feel so lonely, but your presence can ease the loneliness in my heart a little."
"Chirp... Chirp..." The weasel made a small sound as it held Tang Ziyu's fingers and rubbed its head.
