143-Fireworks

After dinner they sat snuggled together on the terrace, but Brent never mentioned Keio again.

When he put the ring on her finger, his heart felt firm for no reason.

That diamond ring at least gave him a general sense of security. At least that's how he felt.

But Brent's sleep had been a vain one.

He recalled the scene in the hallway this afternoon, and all he could feel was the heart beat still pounding in his chest as the person in front of him fell asleep so mindlessly. It was all right, then.

In the moonlight, he traced the outline of the person in front of him with his eyes. Hermosa's face was still a little tired and pale, but her cheeks must have been very soft when poked in her sleep.

Hermosa's eyelashes cast a shadow over her face, the dimples in her cheeks were hidden, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, was she dreaming of something beautiful? Her lips were slightly parted, as delicate as cherries, would a kiss now taste like cherries or strawberries?

Brent's eyel