Bermouth looked toward the stage.
Watching the drummer, who knew nothing of his own fate, her gaze deepened, as though it had passed through him and seen the distant future.
—People like Uzo and her, who lived in darkness, were ultimately different from Angel and Cool Guy... For now, Cool Guy only looked at her with wariness and did not find anything wrong with "Jiang Xia" beside him. But in the long run, this would surely end in tragedy.
Uzo's somewhat similar circumstances stirred something faintly within Vermouth.
Silently, she set down her empty glass, pushed it farther away, then stood and patted Jiang Xia beside her. "Come on. Help me pick out some snacks to go with the drinks."
At her pat, Jiang Xia also withdrew his gaze from the stage and looked at her with slight confusion.
Then he nodded, stood up, and the two of them headed toward the buffet.
Vermouth took some desserts, then downed another glass of draft beer.
Afterward, she picked up her glass, straightened, and looked around. She found that Uzo had somehow made his way to the edge of the rooftop terrace and was looking down below. This was the top floor. The young executive stood there silently, gazing at the base of the building like someone standing at the edge of a cliff, looking down into an abyss.
Vermouth watched that somewhat lonely figure and sighed inwardly. Carrying her drink, she walked over.
—Under cover of darkness, and with so few people around, giving Uzo a few drinks to soothe her conscience probably would not be noticed by the staff.
But just as she reached Jiang Xia's side.
Before she could speak, Vermouth stopped short.
"..." Now that she could see Uzo's expression clearly, she realized he did not