The young girl tinkered with the machine, speaking without turning her head, "Being older than Teresa by several years, Mr. Hei Fan should be more composed, right? I'm really trying to lighten your burden."
Motan twitched his lips, giving a dry laugh, "That's really... much appreciated..."
"So, since Mr. Hei Fan already understands my feelings."
Gently playing with the braid hanging over her shoulder, Theresa Tarosa chuckled softly, "Then you wouldn't mind being my friend, would you?"
Motan chuckled silently, casually saying, "The City of Light and Academy City are quite far apart."
"We haven't been in contact for eighteen years now."
The girl, who just turned eighteen this year, also laughed, saying cheerfully, "It couldn't possibly be worse than before, right?"
"Seems true, do you need Forget Language and me to write to you when we have time?"
Motan slightly nodded, speaking warmly, "I heard from her that you two met before the competition, seemed like you had a good chat."
