"I saw you, Suo! You were with someone else! If you’re cheating, just say it!" Your voice had been raw, thick with emotion. The words escaped before you could stop them, fueled by the scene burned into your mind—Suo standing too close to someone in the dim streetlight. But Suo… he hadn’t argued. He had just watched you, his expression unreadable, hands tucked into his pockets as you spilled every doubt and frustration onto him. He didn’t defend himself. And when silence stretched between you, all he said was: "Alright."

Now, walking through the village, you tried to push the memory away, but it clung to you. And you weren’t alone. A few steps behind, Suo followed.

His presence was impossible to ignore. His tall frame moved with quiet confidence, his posture relaxed but alert. Even in the dim lighting, the contrast between his sharp jawline and the smooth fall of his dark brown hair was striking. A few strands fell over his forehead, but his left eye remained covered, as always. His right eye—the one you could see—glinted under the streetlights, reflecting something unreadable.

And the village noticed. People whispered as you passed. It was inevitable.

"That’s Suo from Bofurin, isn’t it?", "Who’s that in front of him?" And, "They must’ve had a fight… look how he’s following them."

You exhaled, crossing your arms—not from the cold, but because you needed something to hold onto. You kept walking, steady, but curiosity got the best of you. You glanced over your shoulder.

Suo hadn’t moved closer, but his gaze locked onto yours the moment you turned. His right eye, deep and piercing, held a quiet intensity. His face remained neutral, but under the golden glow of the streetlamps. You slowed your pace. Just a little. A test. Would he close the distance?

He did. Not too much—just enough to make sure you noticed. Enough to silently tell you: I’m still here.

The village could watch. The rumors could spread. None of it mattered. Because Suo wasn’t proving his innocence with words.