"What's wrong, Chiba-san... have you become so accustomed to your own beauty that you no longer recognize it?"
The night breeze carried a hint of coolness as Haruka Yuzan lay on the large bed, looking at the girl sitting before him.
Her skin, wrapped in moonlight, seemed so sacred and moving, and the delicate and pretty little face bore a barely noticeable perplexity, sympathy? Pity?
No, the fleeting doubts were quickly replaced by those cold eyes.
"It's nothing." Chiba Shimizu shook her head slightly, turning away to hide that stunningly beautiful face, which was truly a pity,
but the boy thought everything about the girl was beautiful, even this backdrop.
"Chiba-san, why are you so perfect?"
He remarked spontaneously. This earnest girl always revealed a vulnerability that made one feel compassionate beyond her aloof exterior.
"Am I very perfect?"
Chiba Shimizu turned her gaze back to the window,
