Beichuan Si had just arrived at the hospital when he saw a crowd gathered several layers deep. In the middle of the crowd, Nakajima Michika dealt ambiguously with questions from all around her.
Why was Nakajima Michika not wearing a mask or sunglasses?
Beichuan Si furrowed his brow.
However, it wasn't a problem; he took a large mask from his pocket and covered his face.
"Excuse me." Beichuan Si pushed through the crowd with a bit of force and promptly pulled Nakajima Michika out.
"Be... Beichuan...?" Nakajima Michika raised her head, recognized the familiar figure, and instinctively followed him.
The crowd was forcibly parted, and the cold voice of Beichuan Si came through:
"What happened?"
"Someone... because of me... got hit by a truck..."
As soon as she heard the question, Nakajima Michika's eyes slightly reddened.
She somewhat blamed herself; this incident had something to do with her, and the other party had ended up like this while trying to help her.
"Is that so?"