Please make do with it."

Waylen's purpose for being here extended beyond the realms of tea; such matters did not concern him.

Seated across from each other, the warmth of the black tea enveloped their surroundings.

Waylen initiated the conversation, inquiring, "How are you doing?"

Rena lowered her gaze, delicately sipping the black tea. After a prolonged moment, she responded softly, "Not bad. Quite well, actually."

From his pocket, Waylen retrieved a letter

Rena recognized it as the invitation she had discarded, inviting her to attend the prestigious music school in Flirean. How could it now be in Waylen's possession?

Waylen gently tapped the envelope with his fingers

His gaze fixed upon Rena, he asked, "Are you still planning to go to Flirean? I heard you play the piano earlier. Is your foot still not fully healed?"

Rena tenderly touched her leg.

It... would never fully recover.

All that remained of their relationship was the injury inflicted upon her foot.

She would never ascend to the heights of a distinguished pianist. There was no longer a need to pursue Flirean and she would be unable to drive in the future... This was the price she had paid.

Yet Waylen remained unscathed.

Rena harbored no complaints. Her smile remained intact.

"Thank you for your concern. I believe I won't be going there."

She spoke with a Lightness in her tone.

However, Waylen felt an acute pang in his heart.

Rena had once declared that unless he offered his heart to her, she would not accept him.

Now, he yearned to give his everything to her... she no longer desired him.

Waylen refrained from further inquiries. Another question would cross the threshold, breaching the delicate balance. Slowly savoring the Last sip of his black tea, he gazed at the setting sun. Then, with utmost tenderness, he suggested, “Allow me to drive you home."

Waylen added, his voice laced with determination, “Your car is still in the garage and in a pitiful state. I will purchase a brand new car for you."