"There might be something else buried in your memory."
"B-buried in my memory?" echoed Miso.
But no matter how much she tried to rack her brain, finding the things she did that could have offended Han, she found nothing at all. Miso felt her heart sink.
'There wasn't anything,' she told herself.
There was nothing that went wrong. She could claim innocence, and tell him that she did nothing wrong. But she could never really think of something that she did that could have offended him.
"Think."
Miso was exactly serious about this. At least, she wanted to know the reason why Han was so upset with her. Maybe it was about the time when she would be able to unravel things.
But all of that disappeared when the door opened.
