Bonds and Laughter - Part I

“Which one should I take?” Erdem stood before me, holding up two suits, a puzzled look on his face. I paused from folding the cloth in my hands, my brow furrowing in confusion.

"They are the same black suits," I replied, trying to understand Erdem's dilemma.

He blinked a few times, examining the suits in his hands. "The fabric is different?" he questioned, tilting his head slightly.

I chuckled softly at his remark. "No, I think they are the same," I clarified. "How about trying the navy blue one? You always wear black suits."

Erdem's eyes narrowed as he pondered my suggestion. After a moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement, as if my words had sparked a new perspective. With a newfound determination, he swiftly made his way to our shared closet, ready to exchange the black suit for the navy blue one. As he disappeared behind the closet doors, I returned my attention to folding Ezio's clothes, ensuring they were neatly organized for our upcoming trip.

The spring festival was ju