Almost at the same time, the third Lu Mi sat down as well, adopting the same gestures and expression.
Yet Roman still did not spare them a glance, listening attentively to the fake Lu Mi.
"That night, I asked you in the dark why you always wore a mask. You stayed silent for a long time."
As soon as those words came out, an ominous feeling welled up in Lu Mi's heart-
This was downright terrifying. Something that had nagged at him, buried deep in his heart, had just been spoken aloud.
And right in front of Roman and himself.
"...In the end, you just patted my head and said good night. You still didn't tell me why. I've always wondered-we're close companions, aren't we? Why won't you tell me?"
Lu Mi was so furious he could have coughed up blood. What do you mean, "patted my head"? This is so embarrassing!
What he hadn't expected was that something even more embarrassing was still to come.
Roman chuckled. "I never thought you'd say something like that."
"Things are different now. We only have five minutes. Do you really want to stay here forever?"
The person before him lowered his gaze slightly. His fluttering lashes, and even the blush on his face, were within arm's reach.
Roman looked at that face, identical to Lu Mi's, and his Adam's apple bobbed.
He said, "If it's with you, I'd be more than happy to."
Not only Lu Mi himself, but the other two also looked shocked at the same time. And it didn't look like an act.
"Of course, I know you want to return to the real world as soon as possible."
Roman continued in a relaxed tone, "But memories can be stolen. I can't decide you're the real Lu Mi based