Lou Hezhan's expression grew darker and darker.
He became increasingly agitated.
Because he couldn't control her.
Nor could he understand her at all.
It seemed as though there was an insurmountable distance between them, impossible to bridge.
He especially disliked that she was clearly by his side, yet he always felt she was far away.
As if she might disappear from his side at any moment.
An Ran slept deeply, only waking up by noon on the fourth day.
"You're awake, what would you like to eat?"
Before her eyes were fully open, a gentle voice came from beside her.
Gentleness...
Yes!
Gentleness!
It seemed... like the gentleness from three years ago.
An Ran suddenly remembered how they interacted three years ago, though it was strange, it always felt warm to her.
What made them drift farther apart, gradually changing, leading everything down a path where it couldn't develop normally?
She didn't know!
An Ran didn't know.
