Chapter 41

He shoved the cigarette back into his pocket and suddenly asked an off-topic question. "That young man next to you, what's his relationship to you?" I looked back at Rhys. He leaned back in the folding chair, his posture relaxed. The light from the phone screen reflected on his face, making it look like he was just killing time. But I knew him. That seated posture was a state where he could spring up at any moment, and his peripheral vision consistently covered a ten-meter radius around me. "A...