When Tiya's light and airy voice reached Xiya's ears, there was a moment, he felt elated that the other party finally responded.
But the next second, after grasping the underlying meaning in her words, Xiya felt as if he had fallen into an icy cavern.
He stood there stiffly: "Tiya? What... what did you say?"
It was apparent, Xiya had never anticipated, that the girl who once adored him, who had promised to be with him, now seemed incredibly distant.
This would have been absolutely impossible in the past.
He even found it somewhat unacceptable, thinking he might have heard wrong.
However, after a prolonged silence, still unable to receive a reply from behind the door, Xiya's heart sank gradually.
He stifled the myriad of emotions within him, tightly clenched his fists, then took a deep breath, trying to come to his senses.
"...Could you open the door so we can talk face to face?"
A moment later, Xiya spoke again.