So many years have passed. Why did she bring it up after so long? She secretly investigated for so many years? Why did she do something like that? Setsura sighed and tossed and turned on the bed. Such complicated feelings. It would be better if she just regained all her memories in one go. Instead of all this stalling, it's complicated. Recalling what Yang said about dangers, she paused.
Is it that dangerous? He looked so serious. Setsura peeked from her blanket and scanned the room. The furnishings in this place looks simple. But, isn't it made from high class looking materials? Yang is a dangerous and wanted man. Indeed, if she stays here any longer, it would be bad for her. Maybe she ought to escape before the mess happens.
She owes him her life. He saved her when she was on the verge of death. No matter what anybody says about him, Yang is her benefactor.
Yang suddenly reentered the room and hugged her from behind. "I forgot something."