Nakajima Michika, as an artist, definitely had no issues in interpersonal interactions.
But it had been too long since she last met her parents—what expression should she use, what should she do?
As she fretted, the voice of Beichuan Si rang out again,
"It's just meeting your parents, Miss Nakajima—you can act as you usually do. You are nervous now, and that's normal, but you also have to think, your parents might be even more nervous than you."
"My parents, nervous? How could that be?"
Nakajima Michika was at a loss.
In her memories, her father and mother always appeared serious yet kind. As the leaders of the Nakajima family, they constantly faced crises unflinchingly—it would be too hard to make those two nervous.
"Miss Nakajima, it has been five years since you last met your parents."
"I..."
Nakajima Michika had left university at nineteen to pursue her love for music, debuted at twenty-two, and reached the pinnacle of her singing career at twenty-three.
