There, brightly colored little fish could be clearly seen darting among strangely shaped aquatic plants and model corals, while some tiny, self-luminous creatures floated slowly like miniature jellyfish.
"A very beautiful, peaceful dream," she added, her voice carrying a trace of barely perceptible longing.
"Maybe it's the flashback before death." Yan Huan finished the last sip of his slushie, sounding as regretful as if he were attending a funeral.
"..."
"Could you... think something nicer about me?" Firefly turned to look at him helplessly.
"Can't be helped, Second Uncle." Yan Huan shrugged.
"Though I hate to admit it, you were fated to face this calamity."
"Now that Jade, Acheron, and Sunday aren't around... enjoy your final moments."
"You... knew?"
Firefly turned her face and looked at Yan Huan's profile.
"Actually, you don't have to call me Second Uncle," she suddenly said.
"You joined the Stellaron Hunters much earlier than I did. Going by seniority, you're my senior."
"It's fine." Yan Huan waved a hand. "Your Sam image is pretty fierce. It suits the title."
"..."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're very punchable?" Firefly asked calmly.
"No," Yan Huan answered without hesitation.
"Well, now they have."
After saying that, Firefly tilted her head slightly and stopped looking at him, focusing instead on a tiny hermit crab beneath the gaps between the boardwalk planks.
Her profile looked tranquil and lovely beneath the softly dimming sky, her long lashes casting faint shadows over her eyelids.
The tiny gleam still lingering at the bottom of her slushie cup reflected in her clear blue-pink eyes, as though two tiny stars had fallen into them by accident.
The two walked along the boardwalk for a while longer before a fork appeared ahead.
One path continued along the gentle coastline, vanishing behind a distant cluster