"What... What is this bizarre thing..."
Looking at the huge white metal sign that from any angle could move someone to tears, Kiyama Haruaki's face twisted as if he were on the verge of collapse.
Zuotian Tsuruya stroked her chin, suddenly moved up to the sign, and seriously read the text on it, nodding continuously, "Mm, mm, there's more content now. Looks like Little Visca has been in a good mood these past few days; Sister Qianqian might have been involved too."
