"…I understand. I came here for the sake of those who need treatment, so I don't mind what anyone else might say. And Senior Gideon… could you please speak to me a little more casually? I'd really prefer that when it comes to you, just call me Rafayel. In exchange I'll call you Gideon."
Rafayel looked at Gideon with a gentle gaze, as if seeing his late friend Shen Xinghui through him.
Shen Xinghui—a friend he could never meet again in this life.
That day, the two of them had gone to their first temple visit of the year together, and Rafayel knew he would never forget it, no matter what.
Gideon, with his gentle demeanor and similar features, made Rafayel feel as though Shen Xinghui had returned to him in another form. He felt a genuine desire to be friends with him.
"Ah… um, Rafayel…" Gideon stammered, his face flushing red as he looked back at him, flustered.
"Young Master Rafayel!"
The voice of Tama suddenly called out, snapping Rafayel back to the present.
