Chapter 39

༺ The First Letter (39) ༻

Eventually, Seria fell into my arms. It was an unavoidable situation for me.

To be honest, when a woman as beautiful as Seria asks for a hug, is there any man who could refuse?

Of course, there might have been some. One of them might have been me.

However, as time passed by and no answer came from my mouth. Upon seeing Seria’s increasingly growing pale complexion, everyone would be left with no choice but to hug her.

The fear that she might cry also played a part. Anyone could tell Seria’s current appearance was emotionally unstable to anyone.

As she buried her face in my chest, she rubbed her head against it a few times. Feeling her touch, I felt like I was going to die due to embarrassment. Seria, however, didn’t react at all, probably still overwhelmed by her emotions.

A little more time had passed before she finally came to her senses. She opened her eyes and then, as if a realization dawned on her, she suddenly looked up to me.

My face turned red, and for a long time I avoided Seria’s gaze. This showed how much of an embarrassing situation this was.

And seeing me reacting like that, Seria seemed to have realized what the situation was now.

A junior was in her senior’s arms and felt relieved as she rubbed her face against his chest. That alone was enough room for us to be mistaken for lovers.

Seria’s face heated up in an instant. She stepped back out of my embrace, then she began to stutter as her eyes trembled.

“S-S-So… Ehm, Senior Ian? this, this… … .”

“Don’t worry, I just want you to calm down… … .”

In fact, rather than calming down, Seria seemed to be even more panic-stricken, but I intentionally didn’t point that out.

I was just hoping that lending my arms would help. As I was about to use that as an excuse, Seria’s next actions discouraged me.

“Li-li-listen! S-So, this is because of my mother!”

“…… Mother?”

That’s how Seria’s story began. A memory of Seria’s mother, whom I’ve been hearing about lately.

However, today’s story was not about the nightmarish memories she had shared so far. Rather, it was about the hazy, blissful memories that remained in her heart.