�no.�

There will be no need to cling to the sea any longer.

�Go home.�

3 months later.

Sirone was entrusted to Sein�s house.

�Oh Dae-seong threw himself into the open sea.�It drifts endlessly and waits for something to arrive.�Please watch with patience.�

Those were Louver�s words.

Sein, an architect, worked mainly from home, while Miro went to school.

�It�s cheap, it�s cheap.�

And Gaold was selling the fish Gangnan caught from the sea at the market.

His place of work was where a maze-like path stretched under a building built like a fortress.

�Buy freshly caught fish.�

Gaold, who was watching people pass by under the murky neon sign, slammed his cleaver.

�Patience.�There are no guests.��I smoked a cigarette and lit a light, but I heard a familiar voice from under the aquarium.

�It is because I smoke.�Which customer buys fish prepared by smoking hands?�

It was Miro, now twelve years old.

His bright face still gave the impression of being young, but he was tall and his chest was quite prominent.

�Where are you looking?�

Ga Old, who sucked in a cigarette with tired eyes, said while spitting out the smoke.

�why?�Can�t I see it?�

�what?�Are you sane?�

Gaold chuckled.

�You know it because you heard it from your father.�Not here, but in another world, it was like that with you and me, right?�

Miro stuck out her tongue.

�Who do you think would believe that?�Sirone oppa didn�t say anything�?�

Gaol?d smiled bitterly.

Why did Miro want to live in this world without all his memories?

�And you don�t like that man?�We�re over 30 years apart, but we�re talking about strange things.�Ugh, gross.�

Still, Miro visited the store every day.

�Take some meat.�That guy, I don�t know if he serves the rice properly.� JrNovels.com