Yun had a hard time making sense of it because of her vague answer to Nanren's question.
At first he knew that once Samara's intervention ceased, anything artificial would fade and wither away.
But Nanren's feelings were as fresh and vivacious as on the first day, and he could not find words to say in the face of this result.
His feelings were special. Truly in the purest and most innocent form possible.
They are no longer what they used to be. It wasn't that old Yun, nor was Nanren that naive and innocent child he knew. Not to mention that he remembers memories of his previous life, his life as a villain. Nanren was a full grown man.
A man who has already graduated from high school and has a job.
But as he sat across from her and sobbed, Yun doubted the fiction for the first time. Is this man... the worst of fiction? Well, he knew his own potential was a good candidate for an evil name, but the person in front of him didn't seem to have anything to do with it!
And..
Is this solidarity of villains? Empathy for the person you're in the same situation with?
Anyway, things were not as they seemed, that was the only sure thing.
He stared at Nanren's body, which had been smaller than him a while ago, but now had definitely looked bigger than him. He was 21 this year.
He was just 18.
The year is 657, the 12th night of May.
In fact, it has not been long since he returned from his death. But so much has happened that it left memories that will fit into the years.
As she turned her head to the window with a melancholy feeling, she felt more peaceful inside than ever before.
As she shifted her gaze back to the depressed person on the sofa, she knew that the lit face wasn't bad at all, it was indeed a high-end look.
Somehow, contrary to her past self-deficient personality, she had a talented and glamorous appearance as she died.
Even now, he still knew that Nanren was a pretty famous actor, even if it didn't make any sense or even to the point of being forgotten. Just at this age, he had fame, fame, and wealth, although his source seemed to be that. Not to mention her flawless facial features and shy personality. Nanren must have been the girls' dream lover.
"Nanren…" he wondered, "Are you always this shy?" It was like this every time he saw it. Was that her personality... or was it hers? He had an unreasonable expectation.
It felt sweet.
This aspect was quite deceiving.
"I am not!"
Ignoring his response in a bad mood, Yun slightly squinted his eyes, not even realizing that he was smiling.
"You didn't answer me," he insisted, reminding his previous question, "Your sexual orientation?" It couldn't be more obvious than that.
Nanren did not answer this time. It wasn't because he couldn't give it, but because he didn't really want to talk. The plank-faced person in front of him was exactly the person he loved, and the more he thought about it, the more it hurt.
What kind of person could stay so… unnervingly calm? While he died and resurrected in his seat, the person in front of him was calmly sipping his tea.
Nanren wanted to close this issue and never bring it up again, but Yun couldn't let go.
"Reply ?"
Nanren turned his head and exercised his right to remain silent. This was more embarrassing than anything. She wasn't a child, but she felt as flustered as a child. His feelings were the reasons why Nanren acted in ways he had never acted before.
He remained silent for a while, then slowly gathered his emotions.
He spoke with a sigh.
"Forget it, forget about this"
What was he waiting for anyway? Same as always. Neither this person nor this person would change.
Yun didn't push him further either. So it ended with an unsuccessful confession.
Yun pointed to the clock and said, "It's time for us to go." Evan must have been waiting for them.
He remembered the jeep given to him earlier and had it ready in advance. He was prepared for any eventuality. Thus, following Nanren Yun as well, he appeared in the room where several people were dr with a hologram body.
All eyes focused on the person in front, as if they were all waiting for him. The quiet atmosphere became even more tense and the matter showed its seriousness before it even started.
-To be continued-