“I still recall it quite vividly—this road, the restaurant, the food. Everything,” she added.
“That’s impressive. Your memory is the real deal.”
“It’s... a precious memory I have of my family. That must be the reason why I still remember it so fondly,” she replied with a complicated expression. The warm recollections of a distant past ushered feelings of nostalgia in her eyes, but there was also a tinge of depression. Asahi wasn’t sure if her gloomy expression was just an illusion brought upon by the darkness, or if a serious, agonizing memory was weighing on her heart. For whatever reason, he couldn’t help but feel that it was the latter.
So she does look sad when she talks about her family. This isn’t the first time that’s happened, he thought to himself. He wanted to ask her more abo
