Cough, cough. I coughed repeatedly in confusion.
I opened the cap of the water bottle I was holding and took a sip before replying.
"Sorry, but I have too many memories attached to this mansion. It's become a part of me now; I can't sell it."
"Ah. Do you think I'm playing word games? You didn't understand what I said?"
Ezra burst out laughing, his slender fingers slowly stroking his sharp jawline.
Despite his crude vocabulary, there was always a certain nonchalance about him, perhaps due to the long years he had accumulated.
"I'm not joking."
