The slowly shifting sunlight moved across the floor of the dining room, butterflies flitted across the trellis, and the cicadas chirped incessantly.
After crying for a while, Kasahara Asuka's forehead had turned bruised. Perhaps from exhaustion, she stopped and stared blankly at the glass sphere hanging in front of her forehead.
"Pop!"
Fujiwara Reya flicked the glass sphere against her forehead once again.
It hurt a little, but thankfully not too much... Kasahara Asuka thought to herself, eyes half-closed, then with another pop, she was startled awake again.
The daylight was bright and serene.
The wind chimes gently swayed, sunlight spilling in, rustling the books on the table, producing a soft rustling sound.
The torturous two hours passed.
Kasahara Asuka's nearly closed eyes suddenly opened wide.
