I laughed bitterly. This was the Rosalie I knew. She wanted to be better than others, but she refused to make any effort on her own.
When we were back to the base of the Thrashing Knives Sect, we roasted the hare and talked by the fire. I wasn’t sure why, but I somehow found that I had become a little accustomed to life on this deserted island.
There was no academic nor financial pressure, and everyone led their own lives on an equal footing. It felt good.
Snuggling in my arms, Naomi closed her eyes and said, “Dear, it's so nice here. It's quiet and peaceful. No one is disturbing nor minding us.”
I stroked her head, then answered softly, “Coincidentally, I think so too.”
Rosalie huffed, “Whoever told you that nobody is going to mind about you two anymore? I mind about you!”