Chapter Twenty-Six
Little embers fall down to the floor from the burning bottom of the cigarette that Aoi Chiba is smoking in her lips. She has been standing alone in the living area for quite too long already, just gazing alone towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the room while staring down at the horizontal expanse of the city lights before her. It really looks so surreal and captivating that it almost makes Aoi suddenly feel so powerful for some reason, as if she is placed on top of the entire Tokyo like a real queen. Funny how one certain little change of angle in how she looks at things now could instantly turn her whole perspective around the world around her. So, is this what the rich and powerful people really feel when they look down on those who are weaker than them? Has this always been the w
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