It was nearly identical to the object on the woman writer's body.
Seeing this, the woman writer's expression suddenly became even more astonished, staring at him in disbelief, "Does this mean it's definitive proof we had an affair, even having a token of love?!"
"Cough, don't get agitated."
The piano player awkwardly stuffed the musical note cufflinks back into his pocket, continuing, "Perhaps this object was a gift from someone else?"
The woman writer slightly frowned, but also quickly thought of another person who often appeared in her diary later on, "The blind girl?"
"Right," the piano player nodded.
"But I haven't seen anything similar on the blind girl," the woman writer pondered, resting her chin in her hand.
"You haven't seen it on me either," the piano player said.
"..."
But thinking about it, the doll-collared dress the blind girl wore didn't seem like it had pockets for keeping things.