She suddenly fell silent, making him inexplicably anxious.
He knew that, from a stringent logical standpoint, if he wanted to keep his identity secret, he shouldn't have asked for the dried orange peel duck for her. But...he did it anyway.
Because compared to the fear of her uncovering his secret identity, he cared more about her moment of happiness in the darkness.
However, since she refused to speak to him, he could only remain silent as well.
Much like their three-year interaction online, he respected her talent for reasoning and awaited her to find the answer on her own.
The waiting in darkness was an endless, boundless process, and it was the first time since he was imprisoned that he had such a long stretch without anyone talking to him.
He could now better understand her own solitude and despair alone in the darkness before he came.
He knew he deserved to experience this as well.
