A Serious Conversation

Only Marie and I were left in the room.

The mood that had allowed us to fool around with the blanket moments ago was gone.

Marie, who had been sitting at the edge of the bed, stared at the closed door for a while.

Her face looked more mature than usual, which made her look even more exhausted.

Marie was a prankster, but when she wiped all the mischief from her expression like this, she looked remarkably mature.

Marie slowly exhaled.

“Haa.”

She rose from her seat.

“I don't feel like fooling around anymore.”

I tried to get off the bed...