Kagura Hikaru's room had a window facing the outside of the house, through which one could gaze at the sky.
At this time, the window was open, and the cold wind entered the room through the gaping hole.
However, Kagura Hikaru, lying on the floor, seemed as if he felt no change in temperature, still dressed in light clothing, his body spread out in the shape of a "big," lying there motionless. If his eyes weren't open, one would think, at first glance, that he resembled a lifeless corpse, heavy with the stillness of death.
"Xingxing, I can't see you..." His gaze was lost in the night sky outside the window.
The sky over Tokyo, of course, bore no stars.
Compared to his old home in Wakayama, where the Milky Way spanned the heavens and stars filled the sky, the starry sky over Tokyo was more like the deep sea, where not a single ray of light could penetrate.
The only beautiful thing in the Tokyo night sky might have been the bright moonlight, everlasting and pure.
