After all, she couldn't possibly have encounters like Beichuan Si, witnessing spirits such as those of the Xucha High School victims or the blade-wielding shrine maidens.
"I've seen those things, so that's why—uh."
Qianye Yuki tried to continue persuading but suddenly turned pale, as if she were recalling something from a long time ago, and the light in her intelligent eyes quickly dimmed.
She actually started to retch.
"Sister!" It was clear that Qianye Cang wasn't dealing with this situation for the first time, as she quickly took out a vomit bag from behind the wheelchair, opened it, and put it into Qianye Yuki's hands, while the other hand gently patted her back.
Her face was filled with concern.
And it was while looking at Qianye Yuki's pale, delicate face that Beichuan Si realized.
It turned out that the person he had been speaking with was a delicate girl in a wheelchair.
