About half an hour later, a car stopped right in front of Song Youman's car.
As Song Youman, who was playing with her phone, heard the noise, she looked up and glanced forward, just in time to see the passenger door open and a person get out. She was very familiar with the silhouette of that person.
While it was familiar, it was also somewhat strange, but judging by the figure, he seemed much thinner than the him in her memory, lacking the exuberant and bold aura he once had. Instead, there was an indescribable low-keyness and dullness.
The person who got out of the car seemed to sense her gaze. After closing the door, he turned his head to look back.
He was wearing a mask, with rather long bangs, not to mention allowing Song Youman to see his face clearly—even his eyes were mostly obscured by the bangs.
