Floch turned to leave.
"Wait! Floch! Help me take these to my master."
Yasuo handed Floch a metal lighter and a pack of high-end Marleyan cigarettes.
"Where did you get those, kid?" Chen Si asked when he saw the cigarettes in Yasuo's hand. They weren't cheap. One pack cost enough for three nights at an ordinary inn, or two nights in the room he and Mikasa had stayed in before.
"Hehe, I told Philia my master liked smoking, so she had Aunt Lisa buy a pack for me to bring back. The lighter came free," Yasuo said, looking a little embarrassed.
"You little rascal. You've already taken after the boss at your age." Floch couldn't help grinning mischievously, but then remembered Chen Si was standing beside him and hurriedly straightened his face.
Chen Si shot Floch a glare, and Floch scurried aboard.
Chris had Mike and the others board first. She still had a few things to say to Chen Si.
Chris walked over to Chen Si, humming as she went. She seemed delighted, her face showing a happiness he hadn't seen in a long time.
Seeing this, Chen Si was happy for her, though his feelings were still complicated. If Chris hadn't said those things at the theater, he wouldn't have felt this way.
Hearing the familiar melody she was humming, he couldn't help asking:
"I think I've heard that song. Lee Ji-eun's?"
"Huh? You know it?" Chris asked in surprise.
"Yeah, I've heard this one. It popped up in my feed after school almost seven years ago."
For people like him and Chris, whose mental energy was exceptionally strong, memories from their previous lives seven years ago remained fresh. Ordinary people would probably have forgotten them long ago. Precisely because those memories remained so vivid, reminders of their