"Um..."
"What's wrong?"
"Did Isabella ever feel the same way?"
"Of course, but..."
"I understand."
"You mean..."
"We're talking about a novel."
"Okay, we're just talking about a novel."
Perhaps reality is like this, a familiar little alley.
I've walked through it many times, and the warmth of the people here is quite delightful.
I've even adapted well to the dampness and narrowness of this alley.
I'm well aware of both its strengths and weaknesses.
But after not walking here for quite a long time, I return.
And it turns into a whole new experience.
Maybe it won't necessarily feel warmer, nor has it become narrower.
There's not much change in its pros and cons.
But there is an inexplicable feeling of comfort.
Zhou Mo Sen feels just like this.
However, the interesting thing is Anne.
I wonder if she has any special feelings, yet she brings up the topic of "Twilight City."
We should say, since our "Dusk" has already achieved such success.
