Fei had been with her in the past, keeping her company and comforting her.
Today, after all these years apart, Fei had saved her.
And comforted her again.
Fei had never changed.
She was the one who had changed.
Shouldn't Fei be the one who was angry...
not her?
She had forgotten Fei.
What right did she have to be angry and frustrated in front of Fei?
The old woman took a deep breath.
Let it be.
She shouldn't cause Fei any more trouble.
Their meeting today had already been nearly perfect.
The only imperfection... was herself.
Fei had reappeared before her like a hero.
Had Fei also appeared before her like a hero back then?
Of course.
For some inexplicable reason, the old woman was certain of it.
"I'm all right now."
The old woman smiled.
"Being able to see you, and knowing you still remember me..."
"makes me very happy."
"Fei."
The old woman gazed intently at Fei's red eye.
So beautiful.
The old woman marveled inwardly.
Red had always been a bold, eye-catching color.
And when its boldness was tempered with coldness...
the contrasting qualities blended together, making it all the harder to look away.
"Though it's a little late to say this now..."
The old woman smiled.
"I still want to say..."
"It's wonderful to see you again."
"I'm truly happy."
The old woman couldn't help pressing a hand to her chest.
She had forgotten so much.
She shouldn't have had much feeling left.
All feelings were based on facts that affected you.
She had forgotten the facts...
so how could they affect her?
How could she feel anything?
And yet...
The old woman took a deep breath.
She simply felt a quiet joy welling up inside her.
Not wanton.
Not intense.