Quizen grew quiet after Coco said that no one noticed her love for music so far, his eyes staring straight into Coco's face.
The soft breeze rustled through the air, its gentle touch caressing their hair and clothing like it seemed almost as if the wind had come to witness the exchanges between Coco and the two mediators.
Quizen's eyes traced Coco's sharp yet soft look, his heart brimming with unnamed emotion and newfound interest.
Quizen's gaze traveled across Coco's face, his mind instinctively comparing her features to notes, chords, and melodies.
It was a process he was accustomed to, as he often did the same when he played a song on his guitar, strumming the strings and humming random tunes under his breath so now, he couldn't help, but think of notes, chords, and lyrics.
For example, the arch of Coco's eyebrow resembled a high note while the curve of her nose mirrored a sustained tone, and on the other hand, the fullness of her lips echoed a soft melody—
