"I'm so sorry," Clara said, "Yanny's never like this usually. He seems to like you very much."

"It's okay," Serenity assured her before picking the boy up in her arms. "I like him very much too."

The boy did not struggle when Serenity picked him up. Instead, he happily went along with it and even smiled at her when he was in her arms. But that smile was a mixture of timidness and admiration, which made her feel inexplicably sad.

She tousled his hair and said to him, "Hello, Yanny!"

But the little boy could not hear her, so he had no idea what she was saying to him. All he did was look up at her with eyes full of curiosity.

Clara, who had been watching her son interacting with Serenity from the side, suddenly looked gloomy as a look of heartache flashed across her eyes.

Did Yanny... regard Serenity as that person? Perhaps that was why he liked her so much... It was a pity that... they could never meet that person anymore.

Serenity turned to Clara and asked her, "Can you teach me