Chapter 71: The Road Back to Truth
One day during lunch time, Nami and I had to bring some stationery items, so we were about to cross the school road to go to the shop across the street, but before we could start walking...Our steps came to a halt.
He was standing right in front of us—Riyan.
The same old face, but his eyes were tired.
There was a helplessness in his gaze, as if someone had drained the breath from his bones.
"Naami. Aira," his voice carried no weight.
As if every word died the moment it fell.
We turned around.
Dust was swirling on the road, as if it wanted to wrap our silence and carry it off into the sky.
I remembered—he once said that promises are like sand; they slip through your fingers.
Maybe that's why he was here today.
"What are you doing here, Riyan?"