The boy unconsciously squeezed his fingers.
He had always, knowingly or not, ignored a certain question.
Not ignored, exactly.
He just hadn't thought about it too deeply.
He was unwilling to.
And he was avoiding it.
Was Ya Ya angry?
The boy pressed his lips together.
The answer was obvious.
The boy took a deep breath.
Then slowly let it out.
The last time he left, he had clearly said goodbye to Ya Ya...
He had also told Ya Ya...
That saying goodbye meant hoping to see each other again...
Ya Ya hadn't seen him come by again.
Was she very angry?
Could it be... that Ya Ya was so angry she didn't want to talk to him anymore?
The boy didn't know.
But...
A hint of determination showed on his face.
No matter what, he had come all this way.
There was no reason to give up halfway.
Whatever the outcome, he would have to see Ya Ya to find out.
Whatever the outcome, he was willing to accept it.
The boy quickened his pace.
He was here.
The park gates came into view, and the boy slowed for a moment.
The next second, he strode into the park.
It had been a long time since he'd last come to this park...
Yet as he walked through it and looked at the scenery around him, he felt as though he had only been here yesterday.
This place... hadn't changed at all?!
The boy was astonished.
And a little dazed.
Hadn't they said they were going to renovate this park?
But looking at it now...
Had they decided not to renovate it after all?
The boy was rather puzzled.
It was as if time had stopped in this park.
The boy couldn't help slowing