"When he takes a shower, I'll sing outside the door."
"When he eats, I'll sit across from him and stare at him without saying a word. Let's see if he can take it."
"Hahaha..."
As she spoke, she started laughing herself.
Her shoulders shook, as though that imagined scene had amused her.
"Um..."
After Riko Amanai finished laughing, she raised a hand and carelessly wiped her face again.
The redness around her eyes had not quite faded, but the corners of her mouth had already lifted again.
She sniffled and turned to look in a certain direction in the gray space, as though thinking about something.
After a while, she turned back with a tentative expression, as though she wanted to speak but felt a little embarrassed.
"Um..."
She rubbed her hands together.
She leaned half a step forward and lowered her voice a little, taking on a negotiating tone.
"Kuroi... Misato Kuroi, the one who came down here with me."
"Can she be brought back to life too?"
She spoke a little faster, as though eager to explain why.
"If I'm not here anymore, and she's left here alone... she'll be so lonely."
"The two of us have always been together, both when we were alive and after we died."
She did not finish what she was saying.
Wangchuan stood before her with his hands in his pockets, looking at her with his head tilted.
A gentle smile rested on his lips.
"Sure."
That casual answer cut Riko Amanai short.
Her mouth was still open, the syllable she had been halfway through catching in her throat for a moment.
"...Huh?"
She blinked, as though she had not immediately processed it.
Wangchuan kept his head tilted, the curve of his lips unchanged.
"Yes, sure."
"Think of it as buy one,