The Living Room fell quiet around two in the afternoon.
The dazzling autumn afternoon sun pierced through the curtains, its golden beams drifting like fish across the grain of the dark floor.
However.
It was Friday afternoon nap time, yet no one felt sleepy.
Lanchi had probably been just a hair's breadth away from the crematorium.
If the Poet of Great Love had wanted to, she could have said a few things to anger Talia, and Lanchi would have skipped straight past the hospital and onto the next step.
But the Poet of Great Love was in a good mood today. She had decided to save Private Lanchi.
"Forget it. If I quibble with you over every little thing, then I'd be the one in the wrong."
Seeing that Talia was still clinging tightly to Lanchi, the Poet of Great Love spoke with a hint of helplessness.
Then she dismissed her own summoning, reverting into one orange and one purple Magic Card before vanishing from Lanchi and Talia's sight.
As the saying went, out of sight, out of mind. She had said what she needed to say, so it was better not to let Talia see her anymore.
"..."
Hughberlian was speechless.
She really wanted to tell the Poet of Great Love, If you want to learn from humans, don't learn from Lanchi...
And at this moment, by the wall.
After the Poet of Great Love's figure disappeared, the entire Living Room grew even quieter.
"Lanchi..."
Just as Talia continued staring at Lanchi, wanting to see how he would defend himself and state his position,
Lanchi did not say much.
He merely smiled and closed his eyes.
It was as if he was letting Talia do whatever she wanted to him, as long as she no longer misunderstood him.
Or