The blue sea and the salty sea breeze.

That was the smell of April Hill all year round.

Now, however, the sea breeze blew with a biting coldness.

Crash.

The waves rushed forth, repeatedly crashing against the reef and shore.

On the empty beach, two figures stood face to face.

Felipe had deliberately groomed himself today, restoring his former graceful gentleman image. He now looked at the person in front of him, unlike in the past, with tenderness and affection.

The person in front of him