In a cathedral as ethereal as a dream, resembling both heaven and an enchanted realm, Witch Young Miss let the young man hold her.
"All right. Life and death, coming and going, are the natural order of things. Day comes and night falls—those follow the same principle."
She kept patting the young man's back, like a gentle wife,
"Life isn't as good as you imagine, nor as bad as you imagine. Wasn't that what you told me? Whenever you lose something, you always gain something else."
she said.
"That was what I thought sixteen years ago. Now, I don't dare talk to anyone about anything, because the moment I do, I start missing every single person."
He finally spoke, his voice hoarse.
He wanted to cry, but he felt that his heart was drier than a desert.
"In the past, there was always a girl beside me nagging me to calm down. Whenever I went mad, she would lower her brows and clutch my sleeve."
"Later, my sleeve became weightless."
Though he said that, his hand felt so heavy that he could no longer lift it.
"I'm already someone who belongs on the other shore. You're different. You shouldn't cling to this side."
Witch Young Miss slowly grasped his sleeve, but this time, she pushed him away.
She no longer let him hold her and simply looked at him.
"I don't understand..."
The black-haired young man shook his head.
"Lan Keluos, the way you pretend to be stupid... Sigh, now that you're awake, I'm relieved."
Witch Young Miss gazed at him and bared a faint smile, no longer looking sorrowful. She seemed to have returned to the way she had been when they first met, even her words brimming with vitality,
"I know you want to stay here, but sometimes