The young man's codename in the bar was 11. Lilac Serval didn't even know his real name, so she just called him Little 11.
Because he looks so young.
It's great to be young.
What was she doing when she was twenty?
Lilac Serval gazed at the men and women in the dance floor with indifferent eyes, a melancholic haze on her face.
In her hand she held a glass of red wine, and in the other, a cigarette.
In the hazy and intersecting lights, she seemed somewhat dazed.
"Sister Serval, where are you going? Is it far from Landon? If it isn't far, I can visit you from Landon."
"It's far, abroad."
"Can't you stay a little longer?"
"I don't have any friends here, and there are many things waiting for me to do at home." Lilac Serval gives him a smile.
This boy, he's quite clingy.
However, it's great to be young.
Little 11 looks fair and tender, with black short bangs and a white shirt.
He looks very much like a student in a school.
