A gentle breeze brushed against my hair.

The sound of leaves rustling pleasantly surrounded us.

With the wind, Rafne’s red hair swayed softly.

She looked at me with a nervous expression, her cheeks flushed among those locks.

“W-What do you want to talk about?”

They say women have good intuition.

Of course, I wouldn't know how different it is from a man's intuition since I've never been a woman.

When I said I had something to talk about, Rafne looked like she knew exactly what I was going to say.

I tightly held her hand.

It’s okay.

The words I’m …