How long has it been since I came to this world, I wonder? Back in my original world, they must be celebrating the New Year by now, right?
For months now, Inazuma had seemed locked in this perpetual state of mild afternoon warmth and chilly evening autumn—there was simply no concept of spring, summer, autumn, or winter here.
Looking at the unchanging scenery outside the window, Fu suddenly felt a wave of melancholy. Did her parents back in her original world miss her at all?
Chapter 173