In one room of the de Lara mansion, amidst the gradually creeping night, there were activities that still lit up behind the wall, seeming to be heated in intensity.
One person was sitting on the couch, polishing toenails with red color, while another person was sitting on the bed, swirling wine in the glass and looking at the person that was on the couch.
"You knew it really well that you don't have much time left, didn't you?" The person on the bed asked the person on the couch, whose head lowered and chin rested on the folded knee, focusing on painting the nails.
"Time is ticking by. Is it hard for you to understand that? How many times do I need to remind you about that?" The same person spoke again when receiving a silent answer from the other one, who seemed to find that making nails beautiful was more interesting than responding to the questions that echoed lightly in the room.
