Because he had suddenly stood up and moved too quickly, it aggravated his injury. The man couldn't help but bend over, clutching his abdomen with one hand.
At that moment, a laugh suddenly rang out.
Cain froze for a moment. He lifted his head, his blue eyes staring straight at the young man who had just stepped out of the room.
The morning sunlight was gentle, yet the man's smile was even more radiant than the light itself. Only, his expression carried a hint of mockery—it was clearly not a friendly smile.
Sure enough, right after that, Cain heard him say: "Fool."
Cain pressed his lips together. His ears flushed slightly, though he wasn't sure if it was anger or embarrassment. This added a touch of color to his pale face.
Saphen paid him no mind and walked straight into the kitchen. A while later, he came out holding a cup of warm milk in one hand and a cup of warm water in the other.
Cain swallowed and instinctively glanced at the cup of milk in Saphen's hand. But by then, the cup of water had already been placed in front of him.
Cain lifted his eyes and saw the man looking at him, smiling: "Drink plenty of warm water. It's good for your health."
Cain pressed his lips together, took the cup from the man, and nodded: "Thank you." Then he immediately asked: "May I know who you are? And why am I injured?"
Saphen looked a little surprised: "I'm Saphen. Also… you don't even know who you are?"
Then he stood up and walked toward Cain.
Cain felt a sudden tension he couldn't explain.
He gripped the cup of warm water tightly, pressed his lips together, and stared intently at Saphen.
Saphen stopped in front of him, raising a hand as if to touch his head.
Cain frowned and instinctively recoiled.
Saphen paused for a moment, then chuckled.
Cain looked again and saw Saphen standing there with his arms crossed, his smile faintly inscrutable.
For some reason, Cain explained: "I'm just not used to…"
Saphen waved his hand casually, seeming unconcerned: "If you can't remember who you are, there's nothing I can do. Maybe you were struck, you lost your memory." Then he squinted and tilted his head, looking at Cain with a suggestive glint in his eyes: "But you seem calm… did you really lose your memory?"
Cain nodded. Facing Saphen's gaze, he said, "I remember my name… it's Cain… as for everything else… I don't remember clearly."
His voice grew softer and softer. He raised a hand to his head, his expression appearing troubled.
The atmosphere fell silent until finally Cain's shoulder was gently pushed: "Sit down first."
At this moment, Cain finally sat down slowly, still clutching the cup of water tightly in his hands.
He lowered his gaze, pressed his lips together, and said nothing.
In truth, he couldn't remember anything, but his instincts told him that he couldn't just wander outside right now. Moreover, in his current state, he physically couldn't go out.
Cain looked at Saphen again. Perhaps out of habit, he instinctively studied him as carefully as he could.
They weren't close. Maybe he had been saved by Saphen, or perhaps some other possibility. But for now, one undeniable truth remained: he could only rely on Saphen.
At that moment, Saphen suddenly looked up. Cain flinched, hastily lowering his gaze. Then, decisively, he lifted his eyes and asked, "Did you save me?"
Saphen was lying stretched out on the sofa across from him, knees propped on the armrest, one hand scrolling on his phone, playing a game.
Hearing this, he replied directly: "Yes. You look well-off, so I was waiting for you to wake up to repay me. Didn't expect you to have amnesia…"
Then Saphen glanced at Cain and spoke softly: "Useless, really."
Cain pressed his lips together, unable to respond.
Meanwhile, 6677 was frantically shouting: [How can you say that? You're supposed to be a pure, flawless, beautiful figure! How can you mention money in front of the male lead?!]
Saphen paid no attention: [Anyway, he'll forget me later. And just in case he doesn't, if my image worsens a bit, even if he remembers me, he won't like me. I'm just planning all the paths ahead.]
6677 was immediately moved to tears.
Indeed, how could it doubt Saphen? He was thinking about the mission even more than he was!
Cain, hearing this, was stunned, then immediately promised, "Once I remember everything, I'll repay you!"
Saphen found this amusing. The male lead was naïve. He would remember everything—just not Saphen.
In any case, Cain finally gained the right to stay in this house until he recovered.
[Everything is going smoothly. Now, you just need to take care of the male lead diligently. Once he remembers everything, that's when we complete the mission!] The bright future seemed to unfold right before 6677's eyes.
Saphen didn't ruin its mood. After finishing dressing, he came out carrying some money and an old phone, placing them in front of Cain: "If you're hungry, order some food. You know how, right?"
Cain quickly nodded. Watching Saphen prepare to leave, he felt a sudden restlessness for some reason and instinctively asked, "Where are you going?"
Saphen looked at Cain's expression and couldn't help but chuckle. "What's wrong? Afraid of being alone at home?"
Cain realized that Saphen truly enjoyed teasing others. He pressed his lips together and shook his head.
Seeing Cain's resigned expression, Saphen laughed again. "I have to work to earn money to take care of you. I'll be back in the evening, don't worry."
Cain stared at Saphen. Every time Saphen spoke softly and smiled, he seemed truly gentle, like sunlight—innocent, as if the one teasing others wasn't him at all.
Cain's gaze lingered on the mole by Saphen's lip, and he nodded.
6677 couldn't help but exclaim: [Master, your smile is truly deceptive. If you smiled like that all the time, that would be perfect!]
It was precisely the pure, innocent image 6677 wanted!
Saphen raised an eyebrow, lips curling slightly: [So how do I usually smile?]
6677: [...] Like now—dangerous, like a carnivorous flower. How could this be white moonlight? This is definitely a black moonlight!
The café where Saphen worked wasn't far from his home—just a fifteen-minute bike ride.
As soon as Saphen entered the café, a cheerful voice rang out: "Saphen, you finally made it!"
Looking over, it was his colleague, a cheerful young man with brown hair and brown eyes. Whenever he smiled, he looked like a puppy—very popular and key to boosting the café's sales.
Saphen pulled his mask up, nodded, and didn't say much.
Everyone was used to Saphen's aloofness and didn't pay it much mind.
Meanwhile, Cain sat at home, staring blankly at his phone. Because of his injury, he still couldn't move much; even a little movement caused pain.
Cain wasn't fond of torturing himself either. He knew that only by resting properly could he recover quickly.
But now, another issue has arisen. Although he still had basic knowledge, it felt as if he had never ordered food from outside before.
Thinking this, Cain looked at the only phone number in his phone. After a moment of thought, he finally pressed call.
"One espresso."
Saphen was handing water to a customer when suddenly a tall figure approached him, Damian's cheerful voice ringing out: "Saphen, it's almost lunchtime. What do you want to eat? Let's order together."
Saphen instinctively stepped aside a little.
He looked at Damian, but hadn't said anything when the phone rang. Saphen lifted his hand and gently tapped Damian, who immediately understood and stepped aside, watching in surprise as Saphen went behind the counter. Just then, another customer came to order, and Damian had to cover for him temporarily.
"What's the matter?"
Saphen directly asked over the phone. Very quickly, Cain's hesitant voice came through: "I… don't think I know how to order food."
There was a long silence on the line, then Cain heard Saphen's teasing tone: "Looks like I'm not losing out this time. You really are a young master."
Cain: "…Sorry."