Nishijo didn't expect it to turn into such a state of affairs.

He looked at the steaming doughnut in his hand, and then turned his head sideways to look at the White Mist Miko on his side.

At this time, the other party was holding the butter paper, tasting it one bite at a time.

The white and lovely cheeks twitched, and although the face was expressionless, Xicheng could still feel the happiness of the other party chewing one bite at a time.

Whew-

Xicheng couldn't help but raise his head.

There was snow floating in the sky, which was supposed to be a little snow.

But as they walked out of the Xicheng style, the snow gradually became heavier.

Even the Xicheng-style mobile phone just popped up a message saying "Due to heavy snow, the train cannot be opened for the time being".

Because of this, there were no people in the station, and the whole station was empty.

It seems that I will have to take a taxi to Wenjing District in the end.

After that, let's find a random restaurant to eat, I haven't eaten for half a day.

The Nishijo style decided in my heart.

"Don't you eat? West Side? ”

The cold voice of the White Mist Divine Son sounded.

This made Xicheng Shi can't help but turn his head sideways

The white mist god son's big black eyes stared at the Xicheng style.

Her little face was red from the cold, and from time to time she breathed white air from her lips.

"No, I'll eat."

Nishijo-shiki took a bite of the still steaming doughnut.

This time it's a treat from the White Mist Divine Son, and if you don't eat it, you won't eat it.

And to get the doughnut that the other party touted so much, Xicheng Shiki is also curious about what it tastes like.

As soon as you bite into it, the sweetness spreads in your mouth.

"How does it feel?"

The White Mist Divine Son blinked and asked anxiously.

"It's not bad."

Xicheng gave a more pertinent answer.

This doughnut is delicious, but if I have to say, it is the ordinary 'delicious'.

Other than that, it doesn't have the special flavor that the White Mist Mizuko said.

"Really?" The White Mist Miko had no expression.

To be precise, she hasn't had any expressions all along.

His face was expressionless and his voice was cold.

Although that face was beautiful, because of its bone-chilling expression, it drove away countless people who wanted to make friends with the White Mist Miko.

The nickname of Ice Sculpture Beauty is not just a simple praise for her beauty, but also has a certain meaning of soft bullying on campus.

"Xicheng, did you get the answer you want from my aunt?"

The White Mist Miko turned his head and refocused his gaze on the doughnut that had already eaten most of it.

Her long black hair swayed slightly.

"Hmm. Everything I want to know is clear. ”

Xicheng replied simply.

"Including something about my memory problems?"

The White Mist Divine Son asked rhetorically.

"Almost." Xicheng replied.

I really don't know if this little girl is lacking in heart or heartless, Xicheng Shi has tried to avoid mentioning this issue, but she still has to ask.

"Really..."

The White Mist Divine Son nodded thoughtfully.

"It's almost time, Bai Wu, you should go back, I still have my things to do."

"Please wait." The White Mist Divine Son stopped Xicheng Shi and said seriously, "The tram will come." ”

"The phone has prompted the whole line to stop."

Xicheng frowned.

"It's coming."

The White Mist Divine Son emphasized again.

Looking at the cute and pretty face of the White Mist Miko, Xicheng thought about it-

Then he strode towards the exit of the station.

But before he could take two steps, he was hugged by the White Mist Divine Son.

"Wait! Why don't you believe me! The tram will really come! Believe me! ”

Her face turned red, and she only felt that Xicheng style did not play cards according to the routine at all.

You must know that in some of the novels she reads, the cute and beautiful heroine is weakly retained, and the male protagonist will never refuse!

How can you go a little further here in the West Side style?

Obviously I look beautiful!

"If there's anything, just say it, don't beat around the bush, Bai Wu."

Xicheng Shi ignored the thoughts of the White Mist Mizuko, and just said dryly.

“... Hmm..."

Listening to Xicheng's cold voice, the White Mist Divine Son couldn't help but look at him more, only to find that the other party was about to walk away again, so he couldn't help but speak:

"Wait! It's something! Stay with me for another ten minutes! Just 10 minutes! West Side! ”

Finally pulled the Xicheng style back, and the White Mist Divine Son looked out of breath.

"Something to talk about."

Nishijo didn't have time to play the 'Guess What I'm Thinking' game with the White Mist Miko.

Hearing this, the White Mist Divine Son gritted his teeth in his heart.

How can the principle of pity and cherishing jade not be common here in the Xicheng style at all?

But in order to prevent Xicheng from leaving again, the White Mist Divine Son still hurriedly bowed and said in a solemn tone:

“... Actually, I want to ask you something from Xicheng. ”

"One thing please?"

The solemn expression of the White Mist Divine Son made Xicheng Shi stop, he raised his eyebrows, and first took the preventive shot:

"First of all, if it's anything dangerous, please forgive me for refusing it now."

This little girl bows and speaks seriously... It's certainly not an easy request to complete.

What kind of request is it to 'investigate the truth about the demise of the White Mist Family'?

Isn't the Xicheng style a self-defeating way in the past?

After all, that is a family that can create immortal spells, and even that kind of family has perished, how much power must be behind this?

"Huh?"

Listening to Xicheng's words, the White Mist Divine Son was stunned, and she couldn't help muttering:

"Is it dangerous to bring me a doughnut every morning?"

Uh-

The words of the White Mist Divine Son made Xicheng Shi somewhat unresponsive.

No...?

Just for one serving of doughnuts a day? You bow and plead?

Nishijo-style is really getting more and more incomprehensible about the thinking of these little girls in Japan.

Is every little girl like the White Mist Miko?

“... That's no ordinary doughnut! ”

Seeing that Xicheng seemed to be a little contemptuous of his request, the White Mist Divine Son couldn't help but emphasized.

"Not your average doughnut?"

Xicheng Shiki couldn't understand the meaning of the White Mist Miko's words.

Under his puzzled gaze, the White Mist Divine Son took a deep breath.

She redirected her gaze to the butter paper in her hand, and a sigh-like tone came out of her mouth:

"It's just because the doughnuts here are most like the taste made by my mother."

"......" Xicheng style.

I see.

Xicheng finally got it.

Why is the little girl Hakumi Miko so obsessed with the sweet food of doughnuts, and even ran all over the 23rd ward of Tokyo.

It turned out that there were still residues left in the memories after being swallowed by the white mist.

"I've almost forgotten about my mother's affairs by now. The same goes for my father. ”

The fingers of the white mist miko crumpled the butter paper into wrinkles:

"It's always empty in my head."

"If I don't think about anything and don't think about the past, then I'm sure I'll be able to have a good time."

The White Mist Miko turned his back to Xicheng Shiki and wiped his face with his sleeves so-so.

If it were in the same age... And it's too embarrassing to show weakness in front of the life-saving benefactor.

Xicheng Shi looked at the back of the White Mist Shenzi and did not speak.

He just plays the role of a listener.

"But I don't want to forget."

"I really don't want to forget!"

The White Mist Miko squeezed the butter paper tightly and half-bowed up.

Her slender body is a reservoir of strength.

Just like in many Japanese dramas, the hero and heroine yelled at the empty mountains and open spaces to vent their stress.

The White Mist Divine Son shouted in a weak voice:

"I really don't want to forget!!"

But even this small voice.

It was quickly silenced by a cacophony.

Xicheng looked up.

As the White Mist Mizuko said.

The tram is open.