The wind of Hueco Mundo had no shape, for there were no petals to catch its eye, nor any willow catkins to reach out and hold it back. Fortunately, it still had the faintly drifting sand.
People never wanted to lose their composure in front of someone they liked. Whether sneezing or yawning, they always tried to avoid being seen.
If there was truly no way to avoid it, all they could do was shyly hide behind half-covered faces, concealing themselves, concealing themselves...
That irritating wind lifted her hair, weaving it into a lake-green net that covered Asano Kiyoshi's face.
Feeling the faint tickle brushing across his face, Asano Kiyoshi subconsciously furrowed his brows a few times. He struggled to open his eyes and saw a cute little face that looked somewhat nervous.
Nel had faint beads of sweat on her face. She clutched the sleeve of her tattered clothes and kept wiping Asano Kiyoshi's arm with it.
Seeing Asano Kiyoshi wake up, Nel's face flushed slightly. That faint blush looked just like the Scarlet Sky.
"Y-you're awake? Is your body... all right? How do you feel?"
Nel's voice was soft, even quieter than usual. Curious, Asano Kiyoshi looked at her and noticed her slightly curled fingers, as well as the faint redness at her earlobes.
He smiled, understanding what had happened just now. Just as he was about to say something to Nel, she hurriedly explained first.
"Th-that! I didn't spit directly on you! Th-this time, I wiped it on my clothes first, then used them to wipe your body. D-don't hate Nel..."
Seeing Nel's helpless appearance, Dondochakka and Pesche turned around, their faces full of displeasure. Asano Kiyoshi, meanwhile, reached out and rubbed that head of lake-green hair, saying softly, "How could I hate Nel? Thank you, Nel.