Louis nodded:
"Do you want to hear it? The story of Teacher Jino and his wife."
Beatrice said:
"I've actually heard it before, but I want to hear it again... You tell it to me."
She paused and said:
"And haven't you noticed? Now you don't call him an instructor, you call him a teacher."
"Louis, you actually acknowledge Mr. Jino, don't you?"
Louis hesitated a bit:
"Haven't I always acknowledged Teacher Jino?"
Beatrice shook her head:
"It's different, don't you see? When you deal with many people, you always carry an indescribable feeling of distance."
"It's as if no one can get close to your heart."
"Sometimes, I even feel you are quite indifferent."
Louis was stunned for a moment.
He understood the root of the issue after a moment.
He mocked himself:
"A lonely wanderer in a foreign land, how easy is it to get close to others?"
The feeling of longing for one's homeland is something only those who have lost it can deeply understand.
He said to Beatrice:
