But belying such suspicion, the woman's gaze as she looked back at him was simply clear.
On the woman's clear and gentle face, not a trace of lies, pretense, or hypocrisy could be found.
Only pure sincerity was passing through quietly.
Hugo couldn't even remember when he had last encountered such a clear gaze.
The woman who was quietly looking at him slowly closed her eyes.
It seemed as if a watery sheen was spreading between her dense eyelashes.
Is she crying?
Hugo unconsciously reached out towards the woman's face.
Thump. And again thump, thump.
He thought he could hear the sound of a heartbeat from somewhere.
At the sight of the tears sparkling like stars, his heart began to ripple faintly again. Hugo's gaze, which had been as cold as ice scattered on a frozen lake, slowly began to melt.
