"No."

Lumian nodded thoughtfully:

"The weather here is cold. Did you feel similar just now?"

Franka thought about it for a moment, pursed her lips and said:

"It started at Chaban Street and continued until the time when the beet soup was served. The soup was very warm and made us no longer feel cold."

The "other world" involving the realm of death makes the people around you feel a little colder? Lumian smiled and said to Franka:

"Maybe it's the lack of a reliable man."

Franka's face twitched, and she said to Lumian with her eyes and mouth:

Please, stop playing the playboy!

When the three of them were communicating, they approached the dining table and on the surface of the gold foil mirror mounted on the wall, a female figure wearing a small black soft hat and a light blond hair bun loomed.

She held her chin with her hand, her eyes sometimes looking at Lumian and Jenna, sometimes moving back and forth between Lumian and Franka, and sometimes looking at Franka and Jenna.

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Chapter completed!