You are in the forest again. The breeze gently ruffles the leaves and your hair, and the moonlight breaks through the treetops with soft rays. You and Alan have known each other for about a month now. Every time he was incredibly happy to see you and spent time with you with sincere happiness. Suddenly a soft hand fell on your shoulder. Alan quietly crept up again, managing not to crunch the branches. — Hey there, Doe-eyes. – The guy called in a gentle tone, smiling at you.