For quite some time, Fang Hong quietly watched the other's departing figure, not quite sure what he felt inside.
He knew that before long, Miya would venture to the second world with her brother, and when they would meet again was uncertain.
He had thought that the distance between them had narrowed somewhat, but now he realized it was still as vast as ever, and he understood that he had been holding back a certain pressure in his heart all this time, seemingly wanting to prove something.
But no matter what.
He had finally taken the first step.
He would go to the second world, and one day, he would catch up to her.
Catch up to that shadow in his heart.
After Miya left, the room fell silent once again, the quiet moments ebbing and flowing like sunshine. The two remaining people didn't speak first, Miss Hilveld was in no hurry, her hands crossed in front of her dress, contentedly watching her captain.
