As soon as those words echoed, a wailing sound from the wind passed by, swallowing the sorrow that was hidden from his tone. Lin Fan was unaware of what was happening, but his instinct felt a spark of tingling, telling him to melt the gloomy atmosphere.
Time passed slowly, and there was no conversation. Only Lin Fan stiffened, and Soma, whose face was flat and had no emotion, became a creepy sight to see. Unable to do anything, Lin Fan's heart tightened as if feeling pain. A shadow cast around his face, a guilty conscience gnawing at his heart. "Is he?".
Lin Fan exhaled and threw his face away, not daring to see those darkened expressions in Soma, who seemed almost engulfed his mind within its abyss. He put away the can beside him and submerged in his own thoughts. "...Family, huh".
After several times had passed, Soma, who had said those heavy words out of nowhere, woke up and exhaled a white mist from his mouth.
