The Ichihari whom Hitori had been thinking of constantly was standing right now in a small plaza in front of the station, flanked by Taki Shiina and Soyo, who had spotted Hitori from afar yet still lacked the courage to call out.
Beneath the setting sun, among the pristine flock of doves, lay not only scattered birdseed and breadcrumbs, but also pretty stones pecked out by the pigeons from the surrounding pools and grass.
Hitori was picking up stones, looking as tranquil and picturesque as a figure in a painting.
Chapter 157