At this moment, her thoughts were churning.

She wondered if her parents hadn't had that accident, would they have brought her here?

Will I end up like these people?

She thinks it probably will.

I, still a child, and my equally immature older sister chased and played on the green field, while they followed behind, smiling and reminding us, "You two sisters, be careful, don't get hurt."

This scene must be beautiful...

However, this is just wishful thinking.

A few seconds later, the scene in Ai's mind changed:

It's still a green space, the scenery hasn't changed, but the people have.

A child was running on the green field ahead. Guangyou followed behind the child and shouted without any politeness, "Hey, you little brat, slow down. If you accidentally fall and cry, don't expect your dad to comfort you."

Meanwhile, I stood on the other side, holding a camera, smiling, and pressed the shutter, preserving that warm and harmonious scene forever in the form of a photograph.

...

Coming to her senses, recalling that scene, Ai couldn't help but smile.

"I like this feeling."

She took Guangyou's arm, held his hand, closed her eyes, and whispered something.

“I like this feeling too.” Kwang-woo tightened his grip and said gently, “I like this sunset, and I also like the feeling of being with you.”

"I really like it." Kōyū gazed at the red sun on the horizon, its dazzling light making it difficult for him to fully open his eyes, and said, "I really like it, Ai."

"I really..."

"I really like it..."

...