The dusk in the palm condenses, the afterglow blooms at the fingertips, transforming into a long and pure golden thread.
As the light ebbed like a tide, the scenery of the chapel faded away, replaced by familiar street views unfolding before the Hero.
"...Is this where you were born?"
A frosted voice came from beside him, carrying inherent arrogance.
"Yes, it's a place with many memories."
The Hero turned to look. What caught his eye was a short-haired, red-eyed woman. She took off her sunglasses, and her dazzling red eyes, like rubies, scrutinized the ordinary street.
The Empress looked at the Hero, and the Hero also gazed back at the Empress.
The two stared at each other for a long time, then both smiled faintly.
"Won't you sit down and chat?" the Hero invited casually.
"Lead the way." The Empress nodded slightly.
They walked side by side with matching paces.
Not far away, a pure white villa stood quietly. As they pushed open the gate, a quaint study came into view.
