"Hm?"
Hearing Roland's murmur, Trevor turned and followed his gaze, asking curiously.
"Roland, do you know that lady?"
"I do."
Roland peered for a moment, confirming that the silver-haired woman leaning against the ship's railing was indeed Teresa, then gave a slight nod.
"She's my... hm..."
He furrowed his brow, thinking for a good while, but couldn't find a precise way to define their relationship.
After all, including their meeting in Wuxi Town, they had only seen each other twice. They could hardly be called familiar.
So, after careful consideration, he finally spoke slowly.
"I guess you could call her... a friend."
"A friend is a friend. Why the hesitation?"
Trevor glanced at the striking and beautiful face in the distance, a teasing smile instantly appearing on his own. He deliberately drew out his words.
"I get it, Roland. So it's like that..."
"Trevor, it's not what you think."
