For the very first time, Yvette talked a lot. Irvyn never heard her talking so much, and strangely, having her say so many things about her past didn't make her upset or feel heavy in her heart even for a second. Even Irvyn's mood became sour, his chest tightening in a certain feeling of being upset, sad, or maybe slightly mad at everything and everyone that was related to her in the past. But Yvette? She did not let out a single cry. Instead, she had a weird giddy look on her face, as if she was a teenager, narrating back a sappy romantic story from a book to her friends, with all that emotions carrying into her heart.