"But..."
The woman felt that something was off. "I don't know where she... he is, nor do I know his identity. I don't even know whether I'll have a chance to see him again."
"...You'll probably be able to see him," Su Yang said. "But only after you wash all that makeup off your face."
"..."
?...??
"What do you mean?" the woman asked, puzzled.
"Of course, when you're at your prettiest," Su Yang said. "If you show your most beautiful side, anyone would want to come see you."
"Mm—"
The woman finally understood that Su Yang was complimenting her looks.
"Thank you."
"But it'd be best if you don't say things like that to me again," she said. "It feels strange. I usually don't like talking to people, but talking to you feels very natural."
"But please, don't get too close to me."
"I'm easily influenced by others," she said.
"Like you said, if friendship and love are the same, then I don't want myself to waver."
That was rather obedient of her.
Su Yang glanced at the bag she had brought.
Inside was a bottle of beer.
"Don't you like beer with chocolate anymore?" Su Yang asked.
"Mm..."
"Before, it was because of a taste disorder. Everything I ate was flavorless, and only beer and chocolate let me taste something... But now... wait—"
The Rabindranath Tagore poetry collection in the woman's hands suddenly fell. "Why do you know that?"
"Because I saw you eating it." Su Yang held out his hand to her. "It's been four years, Hyakka."
"You're still as worrying as ever."
"Mm..."
Hyakka stared at Su Yang in astonishment.
"Beer, beer with chocolate..."
"Four years ago..."
"Could it be—"
Hyakka's memories instantly returned to the time when she had been saved.
She loved being a