After waking up, Charles took another shower and felt refreshed as he came downstairs. Suddenly, he noticed an unexpected figure in the living room. His step faltered just as he was about to move forward, and then he heard August's voice, sounding as if it came from across centuries: "Charles!"
That single call of "Charles" stirred a torrent of mixed feelings inside him. It wasn't the first time August had called him that, but after the layers of their past had been peeled away, the word now carried a different weight.
"Hmm, when did you get here?" Charles's expression remained stern, but the faint curve of his lips betrayed his pleasure at seeing August.
