Cold, sorrowful moonlight blanketed this white desert, stretching the lonely figure's shadow long and far.
That ink-black shadow was as bleakly beautiful as tears shed by this expanse of sand.
Ulquiorra stood atop a dune, his eyes carrying a trace of melancholy and sorrow. He gazed into the distance, yet seemed to be looking at nothing at all.
Sun-Sun stood inside the cave, watching Ulquiorra as he stood there like a pillar of salt waiting for his husband. Covering her mouth, she laughed. "Ulquiorra, you're standing there waiting for Asano Kiyoshi again. Even though you two have never stopped keeping in touch, your relationship really is wonderful~"
Hearing Sun-Sun's words, Apache rolled her eyes disdainfully. "How could someone as shallow as you possibly understand the deep friendship between those two? You should go home and eat your strawberry ice cream cake, little girl!"
Rose added fuel to the fire. "Hahaha, you stinking Sun-Sun, why are you blushing? Did we hit a sore spot and make you angry out of embarrassment? It's fine. After all, you're just a little brat who likes strawberry ice cream. It suits you perfectly."
Looking at the two smug faces begging to be punched, Sun-Sun's complexion shifted from green to red with anger. Like Rambo when his temperature control malfunctioned, she seemed to be surrounded by the sound of "Warning! Warning!"
"You two..."
Just as Sun-Sun was about to give each of them a Bala, Halibel's tall figure emerged from the cave. She carried a bowl of strawberry ice cream in her hands. Smiling at Sun-Sun, she beckoned to her. "Sun-Sun, I made some strawberry ice cream. It's your favorite, so come have some. Oh, Apache, Rose, you two should have some too."
The three girls froze upon hearing Halibel's words. Then Sun-Sun once again covered