"Professor Karl, sorry to trouble you."
Blaze tightly shook Carl's hand, full of gratitude.
He even personally opened the car door and only turned around slowly after the car had driven off out of sight.
"Monica, what brings you here?"
"Can't I come if I miss you?"
Monica shrugged.
"Ugh!" Blaze sighed lightly:
"Since graduating from university, I can no longer tell what's true and what's false when you speak?"
"..."
Monica put away her smile.
When they were young, they loved each other intensely and both made significant sacrifices for each other.
As they aged, Monica accumulated more and more secrets, and ultimately had no choice but to break up with him.
Back then...
Blaze's gaze was something she could never forget.
"Let the past be the past."
Monica turned around and walked towards the mine:
"Don't forget, I'm a historian. I'm especially interested in 'prehistoric stories.'"
