C1665 She Doesn't Want a Divorce

On the top floor of the tallest building in the city, Hoshi put his hands on the railing and squinted into the distance.

The wind on the rooftop was somewhat strong, blowing her thin clothes to the point that they fluttered. Her face was also stiff from the cold, but she seemed to have no consciousness, not caring at all.

The numbers she had memorized were pushed out one by one