"Just when I was thinking about how to enact my pitiful and pathetic revenge, the Tokyo hunk didn't even know his own name."
Helpless.
He sighed, stood up, and continued his morning run.
The cool breeze of the early morning invigorated the spirits.
"Yumeko, are you and Chiba back on good terms?"
"For the time being, yes."
"Hm? That's somewhat unexpected."
"You didn't expect us to reconcile?"
"No, I didn't expect that just that question would have a third answer."
"We either made up or we didn't. Don't tell me, you and Chiba-san have made some unspeakable contract?" Haruka Yuzan asked.
At this moment, Otome Yumeko suddenly stopped, lifted her head, and stared at the man in front of her, acclaimed as Tokyo's most handsome, with an aura of divine craftsmanship adorning his handsome face.
At just one glance, it was hard to look away.
If this were ancient times, a handsome poor boy like Haruka Yuzan would surely be imprisoned by some lord and played with mercilessly!
