"Oh? She can cook better than you?" Varian raised his brow in surprise, implying 'That was unexpected.
"N-No. She…never cooked." Sia was completely confused but her heart beat eagerly. Her hope just wouldn't die.
"Then how can she help me?" Varian shrugged and pointed at her. "She can't do everything better than you. Compared to you, she can't cook better, can't smile better, can't speak better, can't listen better."
"T-That's…" Sia was at a loss for words. Just what was he trying to say?
"Idiot."
"Huh?"
"Should I say it directly?" Varian gave a wry smile. "You used to call me dense, but you are the dense one now."
Sia flinched at his words. "H-How am I dense?"
She genuinely couldn't understand. Cooking, smiling, speaking, and listening—they weren't important enough for him to interact with her.
Varian looked at her with a sad face and said in a pleading tone. "Don't disappear from my life, Sia. Please don't run away again."
