Jeremy was sitting at his window, legs spread wide, yawning broadly. He hadn’t been sleepy at first, but when he noticed it was windy outside and it looked like it was going to rain, he sat at the window. Tonight felt very gloomy, with the wind blowing strongly, the trees rustling as the wind bent their trunks and branches. But in this cool atmosphere, it was hard not to feel sleepy, so he yawned three times already. Jeremy ran his fingers through his own hair. He had turned 15 last month, and the roughness of his palms had increased. He was taller, his shoulders broader, and typical Agriche training had developed his muscles. Maybe his muscles were more than usual, because you said he seemed like the muscular type husband, since he must be strong, and if strong, he could carry her if her legs were tired. And after that, Jeremy asked his coach to make him a muscle training schedule. Such is the energy of youth.

Jeremy had just wanted to return to his bed, but stopped when he saw a tiny figure pass through the garden. Its form, as if glowing in the darkness, made Jeremy unconsciously hold his breath. Dressed in white, with long hair, Jeremy already knew who it was.

Jeremy grabbed his coat from the chair, then jumped down. His room was on the second floor, and honestly, living in Agriche made you feel like jumping from the second floor wouldn’t kill you, more than attending Aunt Maria’s party.

Jeremy followed the tiny steps from behind quietly, then suddenly touched your shoulder. You cried out in surprise.

Jeremy was about to laugh mischievously, but froze when he saw your face, flushed and wet, eyes watery with tears still streaming down.

"He—hey?" His eyes widened in shock. "Who made you cry?! Tell me!"