"I don't know, but I think he'll come again, and in the next few days, but it doesn't matter. Whether he comes or not, at least your safety is all right." I said.

"You can't go either." She said.

"Why?" I asked.

"No, I don't want you to go." She said that the last sentence was already very quiet.

There is no light on. All the light sources come from the lights of the outside city and the reflected light of the sunset sea. They are dim and delicate, and they are covered with a gentle haze on her face. Her slightly shy appearance is even more pleasant.

I'm very...