“Nana!” Ren gasped.
On his first morning, Ren found her on the engawa, the wooden veranda overlooking a garden that looked like a green explosion. She was not meditating. She was tearing a worn paperback in half. -Nana Natsume--
She looked up, a single eyebrow raised. “It was a bad story. The villain won for no reason. Waste of paper.” “Nana