"Precisely because the scars had vanished, this wholeness was all the more worth cherishing." Robin lightly touched the ribbon at her throat, her eyes gleaming. "At the very least, I did not wish to casually give my first song after being restored to wholeness to some ordinary moment."
"I see. Like a band that debuted in masks to conceal their identities, then planned to remove them during its most pivotal performance and push the atmosphere to its climax?" Qianyi understood.
"It is wonderful that you understand. Still, although it is a very important first time..." The corners of Robin's lips lifted slightly, touched by a sly gentleness. "If Mr. Qianyi comes to Penacony for the Harmony Festival, I would be willing to hold a private concert just for you beneath the stage~. Of course, the kind without a collar."
"..." Sunday stood silently where he was.
This... this was not right, was it...?
His younger sister had finally performed with him again after so many years. The wound on her neck had finally healed as well, restoring her to wholeness. Two wonderful things had overlapped; they should have given rise to something even more beautiful and happy.
But why...
Why had things turned out like this?
He looked at Robin's slightly flushed profile as she chatted and laughed with Qianyi. Her eyes now shone with the same long-lost light they had held when she was little. This should have been the sight he had wanted most to see.
Yet when her smile bloomed so brilliantly for someone other than himself, an especially complicated feeling rose within him.
Today, my hands trembled; today, my heart ached...
And yet, he could not find any fault with Qianyi. After all, Qianyi had just healed his sister's injury. He had not even had time