Because he thought of past memories, he suddenly found himself immersed again in that period of history, struggling to escape, almost forgetting that those events had happened before, and that he was no longer a 9-year-old child.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, I just thought of some unpleasant things, but I'm fine now." he said.
"It's good that you're okay," she said, "Um... could you relax your grip a bit? You're squeezing too tightly."
Only then did he realize and quickly let go of her hand, only to see that her originally delicate, pale hands had been pinched so hard they turned red.
Just now, how hard had he been squeezing her hand in his dazed state? Thinking of this, Kyle Kinston felt a pang of self-recrimination.
He gently rubbed her hand, "Does it hurt?"
"It's fine, it'll be alright soon," she said, "Let's go, let's find another place to eat. I'll check what good restaurants K City has." As she spoke, she took out her phone and began to search.
