Talking about that night reminded Sarah about something that had been bugging her for a long time. Turning her swivel chair in the direction of the man--who was in the middle of checking the room's security--Sarah asked curiously.
"Hey, how come you never asked me about my regression?" she narrowed her eyes dubiously. Even at that night, he just glossed over it. "Do you really not care about it?"
Hajin looked up from the coffee table and smiled, swiping his hand below its surface. "It's not like I don't care, rather...I thought it was interesting," he said. "It makes me want to stay by your side even more. Isn't it a given to side with people who know the future?"
Sarah curled her fingers to suppress her habit of fiddling with her clothes. "So, you believe me?"
