The boy spoke in one breath, his tone filled with anxious urgency.
He feared her leaving him, and also worried that his poor behavior might disappoint her...
He only hated that time passed too slowly—he was just in his first year of college, wanting to study abroad, but would have to wait at least two more years.
Two years... such a long time.
Inside the dim private room, the amber light cast a somber glow.
The rain outside pelted against the window, occasionally producing a "pitter-patter" sound.
Spring nights were so silent.
"Alright, I'll wait for you," Lilac Serval said, once again repeating those words.
The young man before her was dressed casually, no longer resembling the bartender he used to be. He was already handsome, but now he was even more striking.
His features were refined, his skin fair.
Lilac Serval leaned back lazily, not in the mood to speak, simply wanting to gaze at him.
On such a rainy night, one's mood inevitably grew heavy.
