As always, Aoi was walking with March through the night capital, she held her hand tightly, to be honest, she had already missed her during working hours. A satisfied smile spread on Aoi's lips, but involuntarily something changed in her face, aoi clenched her eyebrows on the bridge of her nose and gently, expressing love, ran her thumb over March's pale palm, doing it with special tenderness.Aoi looked down at the girl, or rather at her pink top of her hair, and there was a soft, labored sigh.

"don't think that I was just afraid to beat up those bandits, I have problems with the police, you know. I'm not allowed to fight.'