Slate smiled at what he had said, "She is indeed someone who will return any favor you gave her. Even if it is to the smallest of things."
"I guess we are right, you are her lover. Your eyes shows so much emotions especially after hearing what had happened," the old man gave him a smile.
He bid him goodbye and told him to visit them by the market if he needs to ask more. And before he leaves.
Slate no longer had the chance to change his conception of his identity as her lover and could only wave him goodbye.
His next destination will be the hospital, now that he knew what happened to her. He needs more information about her condition instead.
The thing he noticed during the past few days were her eyes.
There are times that she would face him but in the end, her eyes wouldn't be looking at him directly. Especially on that day where she confessed about her current slump.
