"You're already sixteen, Mr. Dubian."
"Does Leonardo know that? The one who froze to death on the Titanic at twenty, yet was still playing with squirt guns at forty-two."
"...The one who froze to death was the twenty-year-old Jack he portrayed."
"You need to learn to focus on the important things, Kiyono. What I mean is, if a forty-two-year-old can play with squirt guns, it's perfect reasonable for a sixteen-year-old to play with a magic wand."
There was a silence in the grove, interrupted only by the chirping of birds.
Suddenly, Kiyono Lin began to laugh softly.
With a tone of both resignation and mirth, she sighed, "You always have a bunch of excuses."
Dubian Che had not seen Kiyono's heartfelt smile for a long time, and even without the sun's warmth, a warm current flowed through him.
"Wait a second."
"Hm?" Kiyono Lin looked at him in confusion as his face suddenly turned serious.
"You're not using some underhanded methods to make me like you, are you?"
