"Nightingale-chan~?"
Nightingale rubbed the bridge of her nose and opened her eyes with a helpless sigh, looking toward the voice. Unsurprisingly, the only person who would address her in such a cloyingly sweet tone was Haruko, her lovely orphanage director.
Who knows how many days had passed since the director picked her up. Young as the director was, she had taken in quite a few children—a rough estimate put the number at nearly fifty. Despite there being so many kids, not a single one could hold a proper conversation with her so far. She seemed entirely unable to fit into their circles, which was probably why the director so often sought her out in that tone.
Chapter 184