"Tap... tap... tap..."
In the corridor paved with colorful pixels, the petite Sakuragi was happily perched on Yan Huan's head.
She sat in Yan Huan's black hair like a child playing in the wheat fields, touching a strand of hair here and another strand there, seemingly unable to let go.
Behind them, the hooded, head-bowed Mouse Sakuragi remained silent, occasionally sneaking envious glances at the petite Sakuragi holding Yan Huan's hair, as if secretly savoring the leftover happiness radiating from her.
Yan Huan, at this moment, suddenly realized a problem.
The Sakuragi personas that appeared here were, strictly speaking, parts of the main body. Now that he was personally present in such a fantastical barrier, he clearly had witnessed the reality of the modifier.
He didn't know if these Sakuragi personas would react to this, nor did he know if Sakuragi's main body would come to know about it through the personas.
