While eating their peaches, the two sat next to each other and watched the forest. The birds chirping from afar sounded as clear as Leyla’s voice, and the noise of leaves blowing through the clear blue sky charmed their ears.“It’s summertime again.”Bill muttered unknowingly. Leyla’s face lit up with a silent smile. She removed her hat, and daintily raised her arms.Bill cracked up laughing when he discovered the old leather bag that ran below Leyla’s knee, recognizing that it was the first item he gave her the year she arrived.“Are you going to carry on with this old thing until it’s worn out?”“I like it because it is comfortable to wear. It’s still useful. “Her bag shook with care as Leyla lifted it. Bill was able to pinpoint the source of the rattling noise. Tin pencil case. Pocket knife. Old notes. Some beautiful feathers and flower petals. She didn’t change much in certain aspects.It was an ordinary evening when Bill was splitting firewood, and Leyla was sorting and organizing the dry laundry.She didn’t forget to feed the chicken and the goat while she was adeptly preparing their dinner. The sun had already set by the time they faced each other across the table from opposite sides.“Kyle will be here the next day,” she said. “We’re going to have dinner and study together. Are you fine with that?” Leyla asked while placing her delectable-smelling plate on the table.“Why does that rascal keep coming to my house to eat when he has a rich father who provides him with enough food?”“I know you like him, even though you speak of him in that way.”