Chapter 117. The Night Is Made for Dream

A little later, the two entered a house and put the boy on a bed.

"I'm going to call an emissary from the association, you stay with your mother."

"Uh? Someone has to stay with him!"

"Maybe, but it's not your…"

"Or I'll tell everyone you shot a boy!"

"Maybe I'll go see your mother."

He left the room groaning angry.

The girl sat down next to the boy, trying to see his face under his mask, but the boy weakly grabbed her hand.

"Uh? Oh, you're awake! That's good! Hey, are you okay?"

She leaned forward, almost touching his face.

He made a noise signaling that he had a hard time breathing.

"Hey, I just want to help you, stop pushing!"

She forced her way and took off his mask, then froze for a moment when she saw his face.

She looked at him for a moment and brought her fist to her face, looking away.

"Cute... I mean, how do you feel now? Isn't it better?"

A little embarrassed, she rubbed her fingers.

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