Seeing that her good friend merely looked at her without coming closer or answering her question, the mushroom-haired little girl grew even more confused.
And a little anxious.
Why wasn't Lulu answering her question?
What was going on?
The mushroom-haired little girl moved closer to her good friend.
She didn't like how things were now.
She felt as if she were very far away from everyone.
As if she...
had been isolated by everyone.
The mushroom-haired little girl wanted to take her friend's hand.
She wanted her friend to tell her why everyone else was staring at her.
The gazes directed at her made her feel uncomfortable.
Even a little upset.
Because those gazes...
weren't entirely friendly.
She also wanted to stay close to her friend and draw strength from her.
If her friend hadn't been right in front of her, in this situation, before she could figure out what was going on, the mushroom-haired little girl might have already burst into tears.
The mushroom-haired little girl thought she would soon get what she wanted. She thought everything in her mind would soon come true...
Her friend would take her hand, comfort her, and tell her everything she wanted to know.
She hadn't expected...
The mushroom-haired little girl froze.
She stopped walking.
Because...
her friend had stepped back.
The mushroom-haired little girl opened her mouth.
She wanted to ask why.
Why had her friend stepped back?
But no matter what, she couldn't make a sound.
She was a little scared.
"Lulu..."
The mushroom-haired little girl finally managed to speak.
But her voice was very soft.
Even she wasn't sure she'd made a sound.
"Song Nana."
A boy wearing a baseball cap spoke up.
The mushroom-haired little girl's heart skipped a beat.
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