Looking at the remaining quarter of the bread in his hand, Andrew continued with a sigh, "Actually, I don't have any special preference for food, but... having someone who regularly cooks for me, that feeling... I kind of like that feeling. Whenever I go out and busy myself, I can come home to see the dinner she prepared for me. Maybe I'm really tired."
Turuk took the bread again, and this time returned only an eighth.
Andrew straightforwardly gave the remaining eighth to Turuk, then hugged his knees and gazed at the starry sky, laughing, "She said she would remember me... hehehehe, generally speaking, the only people who say that are my enemies. She's the only exception. But actually, what she remembers won't be the real me. I deceived her a lot, she doesn't even know my real name. Everything, was to deceive her. The real Andrew has never been remembered by anyone."
As he spoke, the smile on Andrew's face slowly faded, leaving only boundless melancholy.
