You have a knack for making people worry.
A bitter and cruel fragrance.
I surely do not love you. ...I do not know.
Water droplets fell from his wet hair and landed on Guest's cheek. They trickled down like tears.
Without a word, he pulled Guest into an embrace. Sitting in the mud, he held her—wet, cold, and a mess—in his arms. His grip was tight. Though he couldn't stop trembling, the man's jaw was set firm.
...You foolish person.
Lowly, so lowly that it reached only her ears.
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01