The third anniversary of my real father's death. Although I've become a lone young man, I've finally started to get used to this life recently. One day, a woman who claimed to be my father's student appeared. She said that my father had originally been a university lecturer and she was one of his students. She wanted to offer incense, so I invited her in to talk about memories with my father. The memories the woman shared revealed aspects of my father that I couldn't have known. She said she definitely wants to repay the favor to me from back then, but…
