"For a gorgeous girl like you, it's a waste not to experience love in your youth." Yanarym snickered and peered at Lawrence.
"I'm not wasting it, I'm reserving."
"Reserving?" Lawrence raises a brow hearing it from her. So, she likes someone, he thought. But she's single, does that mean her affection for another person was void? If that's the case, that man had lost a lot. He doesn't see the jewel shining so bright? Or did he go blind?
"I have someone I like." Yanarym saw the baffled expression of Lawrence clarify her meaning. Lawrence thought so too and nodded his head.
"...really? That's interesting. He doesn't like you back?" Muttering his assumption Yanarym laughed out loud, imagining the scenario where Movu had never liked her. But she couldn't imagine, because that was impossible, Movu's heart solely belonged to the original.
