Jeanice, who had gone to the ice skating area, seemed to be having fun with Ronan. Meanwhile, from a distance, Evans watched the two of them with near despair.

"So annoying," he muttered, still staring at them intently from the upper floor.

Jeanice started gliding a little faster, as if she was beginning to remember the skating tricks she used to do as a teenager. Her face looked bright, as if she was enjoying the freedom of moving across the cold expanse of ice.

Evans observed that expression—a look he had never seen on her face when she was with him.

"Do you really like Ronan? Of all the men...