Guiltfully lowering her head, she squeezed her wrist.

Yes, I can imagine ... It would be better to actually sit in a hotel!

The lord suddenly broke off, as if suffocating, and suddenly uttered in a shrunken voice:

- Show.

I immediately put my hands behind my back and backed away.

- No need. Let's just...

Didn't listen. He pulled so that the worn-out fabric of the sleeve pitifully cracked and dispersed, revealing that there are now two irises in the picture.

- I hate it! he burst out hoarsely.

Focusing on me, he tightened his grip on his fingers and slowly pulled them towards him. Decisively and irrevocably. Even...