"Is something the matter?"
He Ao watched the woman standing outside the door.
"Ah, this, I—"
The woman's extended hand seemed unsure of what to do, hanging in mid-air. She waved it, and eventually touched the back of her head, smiling awkwardly, "The weather's nice today, isn't it?"
At the same time, she also recognized that this elderly man's voice was exactly the same as the one she had heard the night before.
"Indeed, it is."
He Ao glanced in the direction of the blackened burnt window where a faint glow came through, clearly illuminating the dilapidated scene inside the house.
The apartment Cito had bought wasn't very tall, only twelve stories. In Saint Joen City, where buildings were taller and more expensive, it was hard to enjoy sunshine.
Now, with sunlight managing to pierce through the gaps between high-rises and spill into this room, it proved that it indeed was a fine day.
