After thinking for a long time, he didn't know when the deviation began. He lamented in dismay, lifted the thin blanket and climbed off the bed.

I thought that maybe I could see something from Chris' reaction, but the situation was obviously different from what I imagined.

This morning, Chris' performance was extremely normal.

From her expression, there was no sign that there had been any emotional fluctuations before.

Neither more pleasant than usual nor less depressed than usual.

It's just ordinary, and still spends time like usual.

After the two of them got into the carriage, Wien finally couldn't hold it in and asked tentatively: "Chris...how did he sleep last night?"

Chris looked at him strangely, as if he didn't understand what he was doing for such a question.

"It's okay," she said.

...How much is possible?
Chapter completed!