"What a wonderful dream, not only did I dream of the melody, but even the name came to me." Uriel turned his head, gazing at the increasingly dazzling summer morning sun outside, murmuring to himself: "Is it you? Is it your music?"
Uriel dazed for a long while before slowly getting out of bed.
Last night, Housekeeper Cha mentioned he'd be coming over during the day, and it wouldn't be good if he caught me still lazing in bed...
Uriel got out of bed and even made a point to tidy up the blanket.
But while tidying up, he suddenly paused: Why do I care about others' opinions all of a sudden?
Since his partner's death, Uriel had moved here, living each day in decadent indulgence, indifferent to anyone's opinion, just relying on alcohol to numb his memories, reaching the end in a haze.
He was accustomed to such a decadent lifestyle; to revive was indeed difficult.
Falling is easy, but climbing ashore is hard.
