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☾ forty - eight ☾

Is it because of the inner closeness I built up with her?

Somehow I was glad to see her and nodded slightly and bowed my neck.

But she turned her head slightly, as if she hadn't seen me.

Then she whispered to the person sitting next to her.

Unconsciously, I looked, and almost frowned.

'Why is Mikhail here?'

If you ask me to describe how I feel when I meet my ex-boyfriend at a meeting with friends who have came dressed up as well as possible, I can speak briefly.

'Well, I don't like it but I don't feel anything.'

Maybe because I don't have any regrets?

To be honest, it's embarrassing that I didn't get a greeting, but as I looked at his face, I didn't care.

'But he will be uncomfortable with me around.'

I turned my attention elsewhere, thinking I should stay quiet as much as I can so that I don't bump into him.

At that time, I could hear a sad voice.

"Long time no see, Juvellian."

Maybe it's been a while since we broke up?

Or is it because of the joy of being freed from me?

Mikhail's expression seemed slightly upset.

'Well, is it okay to see me now?'

I thought for a moment, but I soon denied it.

'Maybe he's got eyes on him.'

As the main character of the novel, his image is very good. sweet, kind, and well-mannered.

Maybe that's why he can't draw the line on me.

'Now that it's like this, I'll be the one to draw the line.'

My image has already been destroyed, my father also already knows how bad it is, so it won't matter if it's ruined any more.

Honestly, I didn't want to be nice to him.

Soon an insensitive voice came out of my mouth.

"Yes, it's been a long time."

My voice contains no emotion.

It was a mechanical voice that I couldn't believe came out of my mouth.

I didn't want to look at him anymore, so I turned my head towards Max who was next to me.

'Well, you don't look very happy.'

Somehow you don't look happy, it seems that you are very uncomfortable here.

"See you later, you can go back to the wagon to rest." He glanced at me.

I was nervous because I thought he would start grumbling in front of other people.

Then, his mouth opened, "Have a good time..."

When I heard his nice low and medium tone, my eyes widened.

Although he almost spoke informally from habit, it was an unexpected gift.

Proud of it, I couldn't hold back my laughter.

"Oh, yes. Thank you."

At my answer he tried to turn away but...

"Well, wait a minute!"