Sophie Wexler stared at the two lines of text for a long time.
'Alright, since you put it that way, it'd be rude not to accept. I'll take it.'
[If I stream again, you can request any song you'd like to hear.]
Finally, Sophie Wexler typed out a line with her finger and sent it.
Since he didn't want a refund, this was the only solution.
Back on Aethel, she had often heard friends in the livestreaming industry talk about "top supporters," and now she had finally experienced it for herself.
'So this is what it feels like to have a top supporter.'
After sending the message, Sophie Wexler stared at the chat box for a while. Seeing that his online status had disappeared, she muttered, 'Did he log off?'
The moment the words left her mouth, she saw Cillian Forrest stand up from his seat beside her.
Sophie Wexler: "What are you doing?"
Cillian Forrest glanced at the Light Brain in her hand, which still displayed the message she had just sent. He lowered his gaze. "Going back."
