James sat stiffly in his chair, staring blankly at the overwhelming spread in front of him.
There was too much. Far too much. His fingers curled slightly against his lap as his throat moved in a small gulp.
Lana, sitting across from him, watched quietly, her eyes soft yet observant.
Finally, he spoke, his voice low. "There's… no need for this much food."
That small gulp didn't escape her notice. A faint smile tugged at her lips as she suppressed a laugh.
"This?" she leaned back slightly, her tone light. "This is just a small compensation."
Her gaze softened. "From now on… I'll take care of you."
Then she paused, her expression turning thoughtful.
"Why didn't you come to me earlier?" she asked gently. "You had your grandmother's letter… you could've found me."
Her eyes lingered on him. 'He could have come in my previous life too…'
James remained silent for a moment before lifting his gaze toward her.
