C337 Full of Nostalgia

The sound was very soft, very low.

The assistant looked at him suspiciously, his face filled with an unshakeable tenderness.

It was as if there was a soft wind blowing into his eyes, softening all the angles and sharpness he had brought with him in the workshop.

Suspicion.

Following his line of sight, he saw the figure on the sofa, and the assistant was suddenly enlightened