And then there was the sound of falling downstairs.

Sitting on the bed, looking at the big suitcase, my heart was mixed.

She's not going to forgive me anymore. If she's going to forgive, she won't stick to it for so long. It's something she's never done before.

Of course, I couldn't let her go either day or night, but now it's too late to stop. There's no familiar footsteps in the stairwell.

Instead of helping her carry the suitcase, I turned downstairs.

Downstairs, she stood in the shadow, waiting quietly.

"Don't go, let me go, will you?" You go upstairs!" I gently concealed the burglar-proof door downstairs and paused....