“Lyla…” 

Zich tilted his head. He looked at the white flowers blooming on the roadside and stared at Lyla again. She avoided his gaze. 

“Isn’t that such an obvious alias? Those flowers’ names are Lyla.”

“What’s the problem of having the same name as a flower?”

“That’s true,” Zich admitted coolly; he didn’t expect her to easily give him information.

“Fine, miss. Is there somewhere you want to go?”

“…” Lyla remained silent, but the way she kept looking at her surroundings made it seem like she had somewhere in mind.

“…I want to eat something first.”

“Are you hungry? Oh yeah, I saw you stare at that skewered meat for a long time. Do you not have any money?”

“That’s none of your business.”

“Yes, that’s also true. I already said that I would pay for everything. Let’s eat something first.” Zich saw people standing in a long line in front of stalls next to the skewered meat shop. Above street signs, different types of food tempted pedestrians to try them. “What do you want to eat?”

Lyla stole furtive glances at Zich and hesitantly stepped forward. It was obvious that she...