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That day was also in a study, also at either side of a chessboard.
A soft couch by the window, all windows were open, the scent of wind, flowers, and earth mixed together.
The only difference was that I sat upright and proper, while he supported his head with his hand, leaning back lazily.
"Maybe we should just let it go," I remember myself saying.
"Ah?" He half-lifted his eyelid, a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
He was always like this, as if nothing and no one could truly capture his attention.
"I mean, maybe we should just let it go."
Finally, he seemed to take things a bit more seriously, propping himself up on his right hand, and sat up. His posture still wasn't quite proper, one leg crossed beneath him, the other supporting him, with his left hand resting on his knee. He tilted his head slightly and looked over.
No words were spoken, but those pitch-black, gleaming eyes clearly asked— "What kind of foolishness are you talking about?"
