Though these seven people managed to express the sentiment, "I believe in Brother Beichuan," by going with the flow, Beichuan Si could still clearly sense the unease and suspicion in their eyes.
But Beichuan Si didn't mind; his speech from earlier had dispelled some of their concerns, and at least a few people were now whispering and chatting, not as somber as before.
That was good enough.
Beichuan Si didn't dislike living alone, but having to wake up, sleep, and even think, while looking at someone with a face as if both parents had died, was somewhat unbearable for him.
After all, emotions tend to be infectious.
Seeing that they were finally becoming a bit lively, Beichuan Si didn't hesitate to find a good spot to hang the Shinra Bell, and then, in front of the other seven people, he took Nishijou Kurenai out of his backpack and placed her in the middle of the small round table.
The remaining seven people all looked dumbfounded.
