After reading the poem, I couldn't stop smiling. “What a beautiful poem...”

But before a second had passed, a smile appeared on my lips, causing me to take a sitting posture while still coughing to clear my throat. To make the result even better, I closed my eyes.

"What does this happiness feel like?" Wave there, wave here, the poetry is seasoned with the right acting. "Fear of the question... Why do I seem to be longing for you? Why am I happy in your presence? Or am I... already in love with you?”

"Of course."

I stopped acting when I noticed the sudden appearance of Magnus from the tunnel...