While lying on the grasslands, looking up at the stars, a sudden thought crossed my mind.

"Kamila, when I die, bury me here."

Kamila, who had been laughing just moments ago, fell silent immediately.

Though everything had gone smoothly these past few days, my increasingly frail body and the bloody tissues occasionally tossed into the trash were clear signs that my body had deteriorated beyond repair.

"Don't say such unlucky things when we're having such a good time."

"We’ll talk about it tomorrow."

I knew Kamila was deliberately avoiding the topic.

But I also knew this wasn't something that could be solved by avoidance.

I smiled and let the subject...