Along the way, Clara and Mr. K endlessly held each other's hands.
Clara and Mr. K made the people passing by around them about to run early in the morning looked jealous.
Every now and then, Clara's eyes led to the grip of the hand.
The grips of the hands are like tight connecting threads that cannot be easily removed from one another.
"Are you happy?" asked Mr. K on Clara.
Clara naturally nodded her head reflexively in answer to Mr. K.
I don't know Clara's heart is in the middle of blooming, enjoying the atmosphere that she thinks feels good.
There is nothing tense or anything that makes it seem like being chased because of work demands or other things. All that is now is her and Mr. K.
Then where are the others? or rather the Clara and Mr. K family themselves?
They are all still loyal in their hotel rooms.
Not far from where he walked, Mr. K took Clara to an open restaurant in the morning.
