At nighttime.
The day's hustle and bustle were over, and everyone had returned to their rooms to rest. Eiriri sat by the table, gazing at her drawing paper, lost in thought.
Although Fang Zheng also upgraded a rather decent weapon for Eiriri, she wasn't as excited as the others. Instead, she was pondering the words Fang Zheng said to her during the day.
What did he mean by that? Was he pitying me? Or does he actually have feelings for me? But even if he does have feelings, he doesn't seem like the type to be fickle...
"Ugh..."
Thinking of this, Eiriri couldn't help but sigh.
It's really a headache...
"What's wrong, Eiriri?"
Hearing Eiriri's sigh, Black Cat, who was sitting by the table, looked up at her.
"Are you not feeling well?"
"No, not at all, how could I not feel well, I'm just..."
Upon Black Cat's inquiry, Eiriri instinctively wanted to gloss over the matter, but then an idea suddenly lit up in her mind.
