Qianyi had suddenly become the Aeon who commanded the Path of [Order], an existence on equal footing with the Himeko she worshipped. It should have been a great achievement worth celebrating, yet it cast a huge shadow over her heart and left her deeply uneasy.
She feared that the cold divinity of the [Order] Aeon would quietly devour the warmth that belonged to Qianyi as a human. She feared that his immeasurable status would turn the distance between them, which had been gradually closing as they grew intimate, into an uncrossable gulf.
She feared that the [Community of Shared Destiny] they had sworn to build for a lifetime would easily fall apart after Qianyi became an Aeon.
She feared even more that, one day in the future, when she heard news of Qianyi again, he would have already become a god seated high above the galaxy, looking down indifferently upon all living beings, while she and all their shared past had become nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in his long divine legend.
After all, there was no greater insult than for the person devoted to building a Community of Shared Destiny where everyone supported one another and never parted until the end of the universe to gradually drift away from everyone in that community, becoming a lofty god who watched the world with cold indifference.
"You Halovians really are too sentimental."
Qianyi gently squeezed Robin's hand, which was still pressed against his chest, and asked, "Robin, if you changed microphones while singing, would you turn from a Halovian into another species?"
The unexpected analogy made Robin freeze for a moment before she burst into laughter. The last trace of gloom in her heart completely dispersed.
"As expected of Qianyi. You easily did something no one else could."