She pressed her lips together, a strange pain creeping into her heart, slowly gathering at the tip of it.
She thought she didn't really have deep feelings for Harry Hall, and even cutting off this connection that she had no memory of would be very easy for her.
But seeing Harry Hall's lonely and bitter appearance, a strange pain welled up in her heart.
She even felt she was being somewhat cruel to Harry Hall.
She pressed her lips together, forcing herself to harden her heart, and apologized in a muted voice:
"I'm sorry, Senior Hall."
She still called him "Senior," marking her stance on their relationship.
She watched him feign a calm expression, reluctantly pulling a faint smile at the corners of his mouth, and said:
"I don't remember how deeply we loved each other. That memory is foreign to me, and I can't empathize with it."
She saw the fleeting despondency in Harry Hall's eyes, his grip on the wheelchair's armrest tightening subconsciously.
