"Hey, Daylon."
"What?"
"Actually, who are you? You're not a former boxer, are you?"
Sitting right next to me, who was quite close, Livia asked that and watched my face.
In front of it, there is a photo album where the Bengawan Club won the N1 tournament one year ago. Livia saw that and asked about me this time.
To be honest, I don't know the reason why she suddenly wanted to know about me. I can't figure out what made her like that. She was suddenly in this library room looking at the photo album and frantically hiding because I suddenly came in here.
She seemed suspicious of me about what was in the photo, which was me there.
"This face, despite wearing a mask..."
She stroked my face which was in the photo, and I glanced at her doing that.
"This person's face…" She continued and turned to me, "So much like yours. Despite wearing a mask, which only covers his mouth and nose, this guy's eyes and forehead look a lot like yours, Daylon. Was that you over there?"
