"Dressing up as a maid is way too hard… I have no idea how to act the part. Can I just feed you the cake and wish you a happy birthday instead?"
"Anything is fine, Big Brother Yan Huan~"
Six people sat around the wooden table.
Yan Huan and Sakura Palace were seated across from Sakura Ryou, while Yaqiao Mu sat alone on the left side. You Anlina and Aixi Li occupied the right.
Sakura Ryou, on the other hand, was kneeling elegantly at a slight distance, playing up her adorable deanor.
Watching Yan Huan helplessly lift the plate of cake and approach Sakura Ryou, Sakura Palace’s teeth itched with irritation.
She shot a glare at Yaqiao Mu across the table.
He stiffened as a chill ran down his spine—but cluelessly looked around for the "threat," unaware that the real danger was sitting right in front of him.
"......"
No… judging by Yaqiao Mu’s reaction, he wasn’t in on it.
Sure, the guy was a full-fledged degenerate otaku, but he wouldn’t have sided with Ryou this quickly.
Yet sohow, she had precisely manipulated the ga to make Yan Huan serve her.
Sakura Palace didn’t even need to think about it—she knew her cousin was cheating.
The question was… how?
Just as she was about to analyze the situation, her peripheral vision caught sothing—
Sakura Ryou opening her mouth.
Yan Huan, holding the spoon, scooped up a piece of cake and gently placed it inside.
"Nom~ So delicious~"
"......"
Sakura Palace’s eyes turned red, and her fists clenched hard.
Next to her, You Anlina licked her lips and mumbled,
"Is it really that good? President, feed
a bite too."
"You Anlina…"
"Eh?!"
She turned her head—only to et Sakura Palace’s smiling face, as the Vice President calmly lifted her stick.
"Let’s continue the ga, shall we?"
"Y-Yes! Let’s do that!"
Holy crap.
That was a "comply or face annihilation" kind of smile!
anwhile, Sakura Ryou licked the corner of her lips, glancing at her cousin with a smug, hidden smirk.
Dumb cousin, you’ve figured out I’m cheating by now, haven’t you?
Well, that was fine.
The Sakura family always played to win.
It didn’t matter if her cheating was discovered—as long as no one could figure out how she was doing it.
But could Sakura Palace figure it out in ti?
By the ti she did, the ga would already be over.
———
"Alright, everyone return your sticks! We’ll reshuffle and play again!"
Sakura Ryou held out the wooden box, collecting the sticks.
Then, she closed the lid and began shaking it up and down playfully.
"Heave-ho~ Heave-ho~ Heave-ho~"
When she opened it again, the sticks had been scrambled.
She passed them out for everyone to draw once more.
Sakura Palace narrowed her eyes, closely examining the sticks.
Her mind was working at full speed.
The most obvious way to cheat would be to mark the King’s stick with so kind of subtle indicator—sothing only she could recognize.
But last round, Yaqiao Mu had drawn the King.
If he wasn’t working with Sakura Ryou, then how had she controlled him into picking Yan Huan and herself?
She needed more rounds to analyze the pattern.
Just keep playing. I’ll find the trick soon.
———
"Wow, what amazing luck! I got to be King again!"
"......"
Seven rounds later.
Sakura Palace’s face had darkened.
She buried her face in her hands, unable to speak.
Out of seven rounds—
Only You Anlina and Yaqiao Mu had been King once each.
Every other ti, it was Sakura Ryou.
Not only had Sakura Palace failed to beco King even once, she still hadn’t figured out how her cousin was cheating.
She had checked the sticks multiple tis—there were no markings.
She had watched carefully—there was no sign of collusion.
Yet Sakura Ryou kept winning, allowing her to drag Yan Huan into all sorts of situations—
Feeding her cake.
Performing for her.
Telling her bedti stories.
"......"
Sakura Palace clenched her jaw, glowering at the smug Sakura Ryou, who elegantly covered her mouth as she smirked back.
"Cousin, you’ve been in Linn too long. You’ve forgotten how our family plays the ga.
"You’re not my match anymore."
"I’ve already invaded your territory!"
With a victorious little nod, Ryou curiously tilted her head.
"Since everyone here is so amazing, I’m feeling a little nosy.
"I’d like to ask the person holding the Number One stick two little questions."
She held up two fingers.
"How many relationships have you been in? And do you currently like soone?"
You Anlina instinctively glanced at her stick.
Safe.
Her relief turned into eagerness.
"Hurry! Hurry! Who’s Number One?!"
Gossip was great—as long as it wasn’t about herself.
"......"
Sakura Palace didn’t even need to check.
She imdiately turned to Yan Huan.
"…It’s ."
Yan Huan glanced at his stick and confird.
Sakura Palace swiftly took it from him—
There it was. The number "1."
She had been right.
And yet, as she held both his stick and her own, sothing clicked.
She replayed every round in her mind—every draw, every movent.
"......"
Her brows furrowed tightly.
But before she could process it further, Yan Huan sighed, resting his chin in his hand.
"I… have zero relationship experience."
PFFT!
You Anlina burst into laughter.
Yan Huan’s face imdiately darkened.
"What the hell are you laughing at, You Anlina?! Like you’ve dated soone before!"
"Cough cough! I—I haven’t either! I was just surprised that you, of all people, were still this… pure. But that’s kinda nice, isn’t it? Haha…"
She awkwardly looked toward Sakura Palace for backup—
Only to find her staring blankly at Yan Huan.
Her eyes had gone wide.
The President never talks about his past.
Linn is known for being… "progressive." Plenty of middle schoolers start ssing around early.
And South District? That place is pure chaos.
She had always worried—wondering if the President had so ex-girlfriend buried in his past.
But now?
It had all been for nothing.
The President’s firsts… were still waiting for her.
And of course, her own firsts…
A strange thought flashed through her mind, and her face turned red.
She quickly blurted out,
"Y-Yes! That’s… u-uh… that’s nice!"
Yan Huan glanced at her with an amused smile.
Her flushed cheeks, the way she was covering her mouth to hide her expression…
Cute.
Then, he turned back to Ryou.
"Right now… yes. I like soone."
Silence.
The entire table froze.
Sakura Ryou’s smile stiffened.
You Anlina and Aixi Li’s expressions cracked.
Even Yaqiao Mu, who had been secretly playing his gacha ga, snapped to attention.
"W-WHAT?! PRESIDENT, YOU ALREADY HAVE SOONE YOU LIKE?!"
Next to him—
Sakura Palace’s pupils contracted sharply.
She whipped her gaze toward Ryou.
Her terrifying death glare carried a single ssage—
"Ask him WHO."
Ryou instantly understood.
"Then, Big Brother Yan Huan, who is—"
Yan Huan folded his arms and smirked.
"King, you only get two questions. I already answered."
"......"
Sakura Ryou swallowed.
"A-Ahaha! True, true! Let’s move on to the next round!"
She glanced at Sakura Palace—
"I’ll ask next round!"
But—
Sakura Palace didn’t nod.
Instead—
She whispered, "Ryou, hand
the box."
"Eh?"
Sakura Ryou’s eyes widened.
Sakura Palace’s reddened eyes locked onto hers.
"You’re cheating. Let
see how."
"Of course, whether it's clockwise or counterclockwise, as the number of sticks decreases, we might end up drawing the ones near the King’s stick. But only those sitting closest to Ryou would have a chance at drawing it."
Yaqiao Mu glanced at himself and You Anlina before mumbling,"This explains why, aside from Ryou, only
and You Anlina have been King even once."
"......"
Sakura Ryou’s face gradually lost color.
anwhile, Sakura Palace was ready for slaughter.
Her sharp gaze locked onto the wooden box in Ryou’s hands.
"And you always knew who had what number. It’s impossible to judge by just hand-feel alone. There must be a weight gauge inside the box.
"Even if you didn’t check the gauge, simply dropping the King’s stick inside would tell you whether there’s a magnet pulling it."
Yan Huan and Aixi Li remained silent.
Only You Anlina, sensing the tension, quickly raised her hands and laughed nervously."W-Well, Ryou’s the birthday girl, right? It’s normal for her to have a little advantage… Plus, she wasn’t making crazy demands, so…"
But before she could finish—
Sakura Ryou’s eyes turned red.
Her lips trembled, her nose twitched—
And then she burst into tears.
"Uwaaaaahhh!!"
Sakura Palace averted her gaze slightly.
She could tell.
This ti, the crying was real.
Sakura Ryou sniffled, hiccupped, and suddenly threw the wooden box onto the table.
Then, she ran upstairs while still crying.
"Waaaah! Sakura Palace, I hate you!! Waaaah!!"
"......"
You Anlina and Aixi Li awkwardly reached out, as if wanting to stop her—but neither knew what to say.
Yan Huan glanced at Sakura Palace’s unreadable expression but chose not to comnt.
As for Yaqiao Mu…
He casually picked up the wooden box and the King’s stick, experinting with them while grinning like an idiot."Hey, check this out! There really is a gauge inside! And the cup wall does have a magnetic pull—this thing’s custom-made!"
"…Shut up."
"Yessir, Aixi Li ma’am."
Yan Huan shifted his gaze to the half-eaten cake on the table, then glanced at the moonlit ocean outside.
Just as he was about to speak, Sakura Palace suddenly stood up.
Looking up, he saw her calm, composed smile as she apologized,"Sorry about that. I’ll go talk to Ryou.
"You’re free to explore—this beach is private, so feel free to walk around. I’ll be back soon."
"O-Oh… okay."
With that, she gracefully folded her hands in front of her waist and walked toward the stairs, disappearing from view.
———
"Knock, knock, knock…"
Upstairs, at the far end of the hallway, Sakura Palace knocked on the master bedroom door.
Silence.
She tried the doorknob—locked.
She knocked again, this ti speaking,"Ryou, it’s . Open the door."
"I don’t wanna see you! Waaaah… I hate you!"
"If you don’t open up, I’ll have Nara break it down."
"Go ahead! Waaaah… I’m gonna tell Uncle everything you did!"
"Great. Then let’s have Auntie and Dad co to Linn, too. Let Auntie see what’s inside your—"
Click.
Before she could finish, the door cracked open.
Standing there, face streaked with tears, was Sakura Ryou.
Behind her, the large bedroom walls and shelves were covered in posters and rch of male idols.
"......"
Sakura Palace stared at her for a long mont before sighing.
Tilting her head slightly, she asked,"Want to have an honest conversation?"
"......"
Ryou pouted but nodded.
After a pause, she quickly added,"Right here at the door!"
"Fine."
Crossing her arms, Sakura Palace got straight to the point."You targeted the President today, didn’t you? What exactly do you want?"
Ryou’s gaze shifted slightly."I don’t know."
"You don’t know? You set all this up without a reason? Do you actually think you like the President?"
"Of course I do!"
"…What do you like about him?"
Ryou blinked, hesitating before retreating slightly behind the door."He’s handso."
"…That’s it?"
She nodded, then peeked up at Sakura Palace cautiously."And you? You’re with him because he’s handso, too, aren’t you?
"If not, then what are you after?
"His wealth? No matter how hard he works, he’ll never match us.
"His personality? What if it’s all an act? You can’t eat personality.
"So why not go after sothing tangible—sothing you can see and touch? Tell
I’m wrong."
Sakura Palace simply stared at her.
After a long silence, she sighed and said,"…You don’t understand. And you don’t actually like him.
"There’s nothing left to discuss."
She turned to leave.
"Take your loss and deal with it. Stop acting childish. Just co back downstairs—no need to make a scene."
As she walked away, Ryou bit her lip.
Then, she blurted out,"And you?! Why didn’t you take the chance to find out who he likes?!"
Sakura Palace froze.
She turned back, face cold."And what if it isn’t ?"
"......"
"What if it’s soone brighter, happier, from a better family?"
Bai Yi?
An Le, his childhood friend?
Whoever it was—they would be better than soone like her.
When Yan Huan had first said he didn’t like anyone, Sakura Palace had thought she had a chance.
But the mont he said he did, she instinctively assud it wasn’t her.
Or worse—
Even if it was her, she would just lose him eventually.
One day, he would see through her.
One day, her true nature would show.
One day, she would ruin it.
She had told Nara she was willing to maintain this facade forever.
She had said she would play this role her whole life.
But now—
Even before anything happened, she was already doubting herself.
"......"
Ryou blinked, watching her cousin’s frozen expression, unsure how to respond.
As Sakura Palace, now slightly out of breath, silently turned away to leave—
Ryou lowered her head and suddenly spoke.
"Actually… today, I originally just wanted to thank the President."
Sakura Palace stopped."…Thank him?"
Ryou hesitated, then nodded."Because… when I visited Yuanyue, I said sothing bad about him in the clock tower.
"Later, I got lost. And he helped
anyway.
"So…"
Sakura Palace rubbed her temples."You could’ve just thanked him. Instead, you made it all complicated and fought
over it. Was that necessary—"
"Then you could just tell him you like him! Can you do that?"
"......"
Sakura Palace’s breath hitched.
Ryou, seeing her cousin hesitate, continued softly,"When he helped , I kept wondering—was it for money? Or so hidden agenda?
"But then I realized—he just helped because he wanted to.
"And that made
feel… small."
She looked down at her extravagant dress, then whispered,"The fancy setting, the pretty clothes, the fake personality…
"They were just ways to cover up my insecurity—to give
the courage to thank him.
"But in the end, I couldn’t even say it.
"So, Big Sister… can you thank him for ?"
"......"
Sakura Palace was silent for a long ti.
Then she nodded."Alright."
"Ah, also! His gift to —it’s just a power bank. Do you still want it?"
"Yes. I’ll co get it later."
Ryou blinked, then smirked."Then don’t forget to give
the rch you offered to trade~ No refunds!"
"......"
Sakura Palace rolled her eyes at her scheming little cousin and turned to leave.
Then—
"Oh, by the way—Big Sister, when the President helped , he said it was because I look like you."
"......"
Sakura Palace’s eyes widened.
She spun around.
But Ryou’s bedroom door had already shut
Sakura Palace stared blankly at Yan Huan’s face, softly illuminated by the moonlight.
Now that she was closer, she noticed that he had already taken off his shoes and socks, letting his feet sink into the cold ocean water as the tide washed up, covering part of him in cycles.
Beside him, his backpack rested on the sand.
She frowned slightly.
Why did he bring it out here instead of leaving it in the villa?
"Ah, it’s fine now. Ryou’s just a kid—she stops fussing after a little bit of coaxing."
"It was her birthday. Did you really have to crush her like that?"
"We ca to celebrate her birthday, but she started cheating first. Who’s the real villain here?"
Sakura Palace chuckled softly as she reached down, pressing her skirt against her thighs before preparing to sit beside him.
Seeing this, Yan Huan instinctively reached for his bag."Use my jacket to sit on—the sand’s dirty."
Before he could take it out, she had already settled down.
Covering her mouth, she laughed."Clothes get dirty anyway—it’s fine."
"…Fair point."
"President, is the water cold?"
She glanced at his bare feet, half-subrged in the dark waves.
"A little. It’s still spring, after all."
"Then why are you keeping them in? Aren’t you worried about catching a cold? Hurry and take them out."
She scolded him gently.
But Yan Huan simply laughed, gazing at the ocean."I always wondered what the ocean felt like.
"I wanted to experience how the water changes through the seasons—but I never really had the chance."
Sakura Palace frowned slightly.
"Linn is surrounded by the ocean. Shouldn’t it be easy to see it anyti?"
"......"
Yan Huan blinked.
He couldn’t exactly say "I was from a landlocked province in my past life."
All his ti had been spent grinding away in the corporate world.
Instead, he shrugged."I grew up in an orphanage in the South District. I never really had the chance to travel far enough to see it."
"……"
She nodded.
That made sense.
Seeing that she didn’t press further, Yan Huan continued watching the sea."Though, the Linn ocean feels… different from what I imagined.
"It’s too dark, vast, and rough—not exactly a tourist destination."
"Pfft~"
Sakura Palace covered her mouth and giggled."President, you’re probably thinking of the southern tropical islands—bright blue waters, sunny beaches, warm breezes?"
"Exactly!"
He pointed at the waves in front of them, his voice dry."Not this—with ‘Dangerous Currents, No Swimming’ signs everywhere and freezing water temperatures."
"......"
Sakura Palace hugged her knees, gazing at the vast, moonlit sea.
Then—without a word—she removed her shoes.
Yan Huan turned his head, just in ti to see her taking off her black leather flats, revealing white ankle socks underneath.
But she didn’t stop there.
She reached down, grasping her socks and slowly peeling them off.
After neatly tucking them into her shoes and placing them aside, she lifted her delicate feet and hesitated—before gently dipping them into the water next to his.
"Sakura, the water’s really cold."
"It’s fine… I just wanted to experience the sa thing you’re feeling."
"......"
Yan Huan paused, watching her small, bare feet settle beside his own.
Compared to his, hers were noticeably smaller—almost like carved jade, pale and delicate.
Realizing he had been staring too long, he awkwardly looked away.
"Splash~"
But in that mont—
A wave rolled in, completely covering their feet.
"Ahh—!!"
Sakura Palace shivered instantly, her petite fra flinching from the sudden cold.
"T-T-Too cold!!"
"Told you."
Yan Huan chuckled and turned to look at her—only to see her pouting pitifully while still refusing to pull her feet out.
It was only then that he noticed—
Just how close she was.
Their hands, resting in the sand, were almost touching—just a slight movent would let their fingertips et.
Their shoulders, re inches apart, left no room for the moonlight to slip through—as if even the night itself had to make space for them.
After a quiet mont, Yan Huan suddenly spoke."Oh, right—Sakura, here."
"Hm? What is—"
Sakura Palace blinked, turning toward him.
Yan Huan reached into his backpack and pulled out another neatly wrapped gift—then held it out to her.
"…This is…?"
"A present."
Sakura Palace laughed softly."I can see that, President. But… why? It’s Ryou’s birthday, not mine."
"You two are cousins. By extension, if she’s hosting a birthday party, it’s kind of like you’re hosting, too.
"And you invited us over. So, naturally, I brought sothing for you as well."
Sakura Palace chuckled, but her gaze remained fixed on the beautifully wrapped package.
Because she realized sothing—
This wasn’t a gift she had traded for from her cousin.
This was sothing Yan Huan had specifically prepared for her.
"Pfft, what kind of nonsense logic is that?"
Even though her heart fluttered, her mouth betrayed her—blurting out the exact opposite of what she felt.
Yan Huan, unfazed, simply smiled."Then just think of it as
wanting to give you a gift."
"Ba-dump… Ba-dump… Ba-dump…"
Sakura Palace clutched the box, trying to steady her racing heartbeat.
"President… Can I open it now?"
"Yeah, go ahead."
She carefully untied the ribbon, unwrapped the paper, and opened the box.
Inside, nestled among delicate flower petals, lay a small, exquisite folding fan.
She hesitated—then picked it up and unfolded it.
Intricate ink brush strokes painted elegant flowers across the surface.
And in the center, four bold calligraphy characters stood out—
"蕙心纨质"("A heart of orchids, a soul of silk.")
Sakura Palace froze, staring at the words.
Slowly, she turned toward Yan Huan.
He looked… a little nervous.
Like he wasn’t sure if she’d like it.
"…So? What do you think?"
She continued staring at him.
Yan Huan, feeling awkward, rubbed the back of his neck."If you don’t like it, I can—"
Before he could finish, Sakura Palace suddenly smiled.
Not her usual practiced, elegant smile.
Not the polite, social mask she wore in front of others.
But sothing real—soft, warm, and quietly radiant.
She gently ran her fingers across the fan’s surface.
"You really have gotten better at giving gifts, President."
"…Huh?"
"This…"
She closed the fan, holding it against her chest.
"This is the best gift I’ve ever received."
Yan Huan was montarily speechless.
Then, he exhaled, relieved.
"Glad you like it."
A breeze swept past them, carrying the scent of salt and moonlit waves.
Sakura Palace gazed at the ocean—then, without thinking, she quietly murmured,
"President… do you really want to know who I am?"
"…What?"
But the words had already slipped out.
Realizing what she had said, she quickly covered her lips and shook her head.
"Never mind. It’s nothing."
Yan Huan raised an eyebrow.
Still—he didn’t press her.
Instead, he just turned back to the sea, watching the waves roll in.
And beside him, Sakura Palace held her new fan close, feeling the warmth lingering in her chest.
Sakura Palace covered her mouth with a soft chuckle."So, President—do you want the truth, or a lie?"
At those words, Yan Huan’s heart imdiately sank.
A bad premonition crashed down on him like a tidal wave.
He let out an awkward laugh, covering his face like he was trying to escape reality."Uh… let’s go with the lie, haha…"
"Hmm, a lie, huh?"
Sakura Palace’s smile deepened slightly."Then here’s the lie—‘What kind of guy gifts a girl sothing like this?’"
"Ugh… well… I saw that Takatsukasa Miyuki always carries a fan. She ntioned that it’s common for girls from your social circle in Sakura Country to have one, so I thought…"
Sakura Palace studied the fan in her hand, her expression unreadable.
That was true.
Girls from back ho often had a decorative folding fan—but whether they actually used it was another matter entirely.
She herself had several in her room back ho, though she hadn’t brought them to Linn.
Yan Huan, seeing her long silence, hesitated.
"…Then, what about the truth?"
"Snap!"
Just as Yan Huan lifted his gaze, ready to read her expression—
The folding fan suddenly unfurled, its elegant ink painting and calligraphy stretching across the night air, hiding her face.
Strands of her pink-to-black gradient hair fluttered in the sea breeze.
Then, the fan lowered slightly, revealing only her playful, shimring eyes.
"President, the truth is…"
Her lips curled mischievously.
"Not telling you~"
Yan Huan stared into her eyes.
For a split second, he felt as though he had glimpsed sothing deeper, sothing he couldn’t quite grasp.
Sothing alluring, sothing that drew him in—
Sothing that made him want to know more.
Did she—
Even just a little—
Feel the sa way?
"Say her na… say her na… say her na…"
A ghostly whisper echoed in his mind, luring him back to reality.
He hesitated.
Then, quickly looked away.
His logic and instincts scread at him—
Using the mind-reading ability on Sakura Palace was a terrible idea.
Trying to read her thoughts was like—
Like playing high-stakes poker and getting ready to flip the last card.
Sure, one might argue—"What’s the risk? You might win, you might lose."
But Yan Huan’s answer was clear—
"You were never supposed to sit at that gambling table in the first place!!"
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to stay calm.
But her warmth, her scent, and the way her bare feet rested beside his in the water—
All of it reminded him just how close she was.
"Whoosh… whoosh… whoosh…"
The tide rose and fell, washing over their feet in rhythmic waves.
And yet, in this vast, tranquil world of sea and moonlight,
Sakura Palace occupied nearly all of it.
She rested her chin on the handle of her closed fan, gazing out at the shimring water.
Then, with a soft smile, she murmured—
"President, tonight’s moonlight is beautiful."
At those words, Yan Huan’s heart, which had just begun to calm down,
Skipped a beat.
"Ba-dump… Ba-dump… Ba-dump…"
"Yeah… it is."
Even though his voice remained steady, his gaze refused to leave her stunning profile.
The next second, Sakura Palace reached up, tucking her loose strands behind her ear.
Then, gripping the fan gently, she turned to face him—
Her clear eyes locking onto his.
"President, thank you for the gift."
She paused, then extended her small, delicate hand.
"In return, can we make a promise?"
Yan Huan blinked.
"What kind of promise?"
Sakura Palace’s lips curved into a smile.
"The ocean you imagine—the blue water, the sunny beaches, the warm breeze…"
"Soday, let’s go see it together. Just the two of us. Okay?"
"......"
Yan Huan’s pupils shrunk slightly.
For the first ti, his expression broke—
His face tinged with a faint, visible red.
Instinctively, he raised his hand, covering his mouth and nose while lowering his gaze slightly.
Yet even then, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from hers.
And at that mont—
Yan Huan was already sinking.
His mind shut down.
Was she serious?
Did she an it?
Or was she just playing with words?
Unable to hold back any longer—
He needed to know.
"Sakura Palace… Sakura Palace… Sakura Palace…"
Deep in his mind, he silently chanted her na, activating his mind-reading ability.
The hidden demon received his call.
"Hehehe~"
A distorted, eerie laughter echoed in his soul.
But sothing strange happened.
The laugh—
It changed.
The more it echoed—
The more familiar it beca.
"Hehe~"
And then—
The voice shifted entirely.
Until it beca—
Sakura Palace’s own voice.
"President, I really like you~"
The first thought appeared.
Yan Huan’s eyes widened sharply.
His heartbeat skyrocketed.
Pure, explosive joy flooded his entire being, ready to erupt.
Sakura… likes
too?!
His breath almost stopped—
But before he could fully process it—
The second thought arrived.
"I should install surveillance caras in the President’s house, so I can monitor him every single day."
"……"
Yan Huan’s overwhelming joy crashed like a nuclear bomb.
"......"
His mind—
Blank.
His soul—
Shattered.
"Uh… what?"
He must have…
He must have misheard.
He must have been too excited, too nervous—
So maybe his brain made up that second sentence.
Right?
Right???
Surveillance?
Monitoring??
Pardon???
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