"You look..." He glanced away from me. "...at the sea the way you look at me."
"What?!"
What was this? Where did that come from?
I look at the sea the way I look at him?
I think I understand a bit of what's going on. He's using the way I look at him to understand what I like. That's quite smart but I don't think I was fawning over the view of the sea.
I felt rather nostalgic and painful while looking at it, like someone who held regrets. Did I ever look at him that way?
I don't think I've ever showed it that I feel regretful about our past life.
I gulped down the uncomfortable lump stuck in my throat and gazed at him affectionately.
"How... How do I look at you?" I asked but with a brief glance at me, he squeezed his hand on the steering and said,
"I don't know." It was a plain answer and if it was coming from someone else, I'd just assume they didn't want to tell me.
