Fujiwara Reya leaned in, whispering close to her ear, as they quietly plotted their plans in intricate detail.
Across the table, Kawashima Miki watched the two in a daze, feeling like an outsider. Her gaze was slightly unfocused, and her thoughts were just as scattered. She mostly thought about how Kasahara Fumi was genuinely a good person. Not only was she noble, but she was also high-minded and beautiful. From her status and inner qualities, she seemed flawless. By comparison, her own status as the owner of an establishment didn't seem all that ideal.
As she thought this, Kawashima Miki glanced back at Fujiwara Reya.
He continued to speak softly into Kasahara Fumi's ear, occasionally leaning back, lifting his eyelids, and allowing his gaze to linger on Kasahara Fumi's profile for a few seconds before a faint smile spread across his lips.
Kawashima Miki found it hard to describe that kind of smile.
