"Achoo!"
While enjoying the sea voyage and waiting for Lisa to prepare coffee, Roland suddenly sneezed.
Lisa, who was helping him stir his coffee, put down the small spoon and looked at Roland with concern.
"Roland, are you okay? You haven't caught a cold, have you? This won't do, the medicine on the sea is scarce. Once you catch a cold, it's dangerous. I'll go make you some ginger tea with brown sugar right away."
Lisa hurriedly stood up, ready to head to the kitchen.
"No need to rush, I'm fine. Maybe too many enemies are cursing me behind my back."
Roland smiled as he casually grabbed Lisa's sleeve, indicating for her to sit down.
Lisa lowered her head slightly, watching Roland hold onto her not very politely, but still maintaining a boundary by only holding her sleeve and not taking the opportunity to touch her hand. Her expression was a bit distracted.
Her memory drifted back to the past.
