Let me tell you, with that bunch of troublemakers at home, you have to watch yourself no matter what you do. At least one-third of them were five-star experts at stirring things up, like Viska and Lilina; another third were especially good at joining in when others stirred things up, like Qian Qian and Monina; and the last third were the neutral faction, usually responsible for being stirred up, like Sandora and me—so the two of us had to specifically find somewhere deserted to kiss. Otherwise, Lilina would absolutely dare drag over two thousand journalists to surround us...
Sandora and I went down to the moat—of course, not to jump into it.
Since I said that, it proved that people really had jumped into this moat before. In fact, this stretch of K City's moat—or rather, the section of the ring water system dividing the old and new city districts—was quite famous. It was said to have set a record of six suicide-by-drowning incidents in a single month. But that was all in the past. Ever since rumors spread that the moat was haunted, and that anyone who jumped in would be seized by the water ghost and forced to take its place, there had not been a single accident here. According to the rumors, the moat's water ghost was a female ghost with a bluish halo over her head, speeding along above the river's surface—and she always appeared on rainy days...
I vaguely remembered that Qian Qian had been responsible for that.
November weather was already bitterly cold. The autumn wind along the moat was bleak, and there were few pedestrians. The embankment trees planted ten years ago had become bare, while fallen leaves carpeted the ground. Sandora thought they smelled wonderful. I was rather curious where all the