This is a very beautiful woman with hair draped over her shoulders, distinct facial contours, fair skin, and a trace of nobility between her brows, obviously not of ordinary human origin.
She is far superior to the actress who just rehearsed the script with him.
The more he looked, the more he liked her.
The more he watched, the more obsessed he became.
Just like that, his mind was about to immerse in it.
By the time he came back to his senses, he didn't know when the tea in his cup had disappeared, and the girl on the water surface had vanished without a trace.
Only an empty teacup remained.
Ichiro Sakajo was disconsolately lost.
Having no choice, to reminisce about the girl just now, he went back to rehearse the script with the actress again.
After all, 'work' always helps people forget.
But afterward, he always thought of this girl, and no matter how busy he was with the script, it was in vain.
Days went by, one after another.
