For a few moments, they both simply let the night air touch their faces. Gara's robe fluttered in the wind.
In the end, Gara showed his cold expression. "Then, why did you let the rumor spread out of control?"
Langga also became serious, but there was guilt in his eyes— the same gaze he always directed at Gara, making Gara doubt his entire revenge plan.
"I know you still hate me and don't believe me. That's why, if you can feel better after spreading the rumor, then it's fine."
Amid the dark night and the faint light illuminating their faces, Gara tried to find a lie in those blue eyes— the same eyes as Arion, the middle triplet, the one who was most easily scared and cried the softest.
'Maybe, if Langga met Arion, he could teach him how to be brave and not be such a coward. As a professor with many successful students, he should be able to mentor his own child, right?'
Without realizing it, Gara imagined a future where Langga was there.
