Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock.
The sound of passing time.
Ann only heard such a sound—the sound coming from an inconspicuous pocket watch placed on the table... Other than that, everything around was quiet.
David was also quiet.
Ann even felt as if she could hear her own heartbeat at that moment... because she did hear her own heartbeat.
The mysterious young man in front of her, or rather the self-proclaimed traveling merchant—his appearance gave Ann a ridiculous feeling.
It was as if she was in a fairy tale she had read before, those stories where a mysterious person suddenly appears to help the protagonist... like the fairy godmother who bestows one night of magic to Cinderella.
It was that kind of feeling.
But clearly, this wasn't the world of fairy tales. It was a world harsher than reality—no one would lend a helping hand for no reason.
So, was that why he said he was a merchant...
