Marco's POV

"You..."

I paused, staring at the little child whose hand I was holding, for some reason I couldn't catch his scent.

"What's wrong with me, uncle? You're staring at me without blinking!"

The boy replied, meeting my gaze without any hesitation for a child facing an adult like me.

"No, uncle is just seeing your face and remembering something!"

I shifted my gaze and tried to think about something.

"Is there something wrong with me?" he asked.

The boy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

I kept silent for a moment, suddenly the wind came with a strong gust blowing against my face.

I snapped out of my reverie...