For the moment, the middle-aged man decided not to leave. Instead, he walked toward Himeko, who was sitting on the chair.
Of course, Himeko could not have failed to notice such an obvious move. She had not paid much attention to the passersby before, but someone walking straight toward her was impossible to ignore.
So Himeko raised her head and looked at the man standing before her, dressed in an exceptionally meticulous manner. Perhaps he could not quite be called middle-aged; he was not that old.
He looked to be around forty, and he was somewhat handsome. However, his serious demeanor made him seem like a scientist.
"Who are you? Do you need something?"
Himeko could not help asking as she looked at the person who was clearly approaching her.
"..."
Upon hearing Himeko's voice, the man was even more stunned. He opened his mouth... wanting to say something, yet nothing came out.
That voice was exactly like the beautiful voice his wife had had in her youth.
After several seconds, he looked at Himeko before finally blurting out, "It's snowing so heavily—why are you wearing so little? And you're sitting here letting the snow fall all over you. What if you catch a cold?"
"Uh???"
Himeko stared at the man before her, utterly baffled.
What was going on?
He had come over out of nowhere just to say something like that? He even seemed genuinely concerned about her. Himeko had not even processed it yet—what was with those words that sounded like a parent worrying about their child?
Seeing Himeko's baffled expression, the newcomer also felt that there was something off about what he had said. Yet he did not know why he had spoken to her like that.
It was as if he had subconsciously treated her as