C603 1 Messy as Hemp 1(2)

"Kindness of heart... is it," Darknorth Fisher said noncommittally.

His gaze, which was reminiscing about the distant past, fell upon the warm tea. The rising heat once again blurred the purple color of the two pearls.

Maybe it was because she was reminiscing about the past, but she hadn't touched the steaming bowl of noodles in front of her.

On the other hand