"Tomori, are you there, Tomori?"
Miki Kashiwagi gently pushed open the half-open iron door of the rooftop. A strong breeze carrying the scent of lilacs brushed against Miki Kashiwagi's face, scattering her messy hair to one side.
The sun was bright and the sky was cloudless—a rare, long-awaited breath of summer for this year.
Chapter 87