How had you been these past two months?
Holding her hand as her Evening Dress swayed gracefully, Fang Ran heard Osphia's soft question and suddenly realized—
More than two months had passed since that day when they had leaned together against the sunset over the ruins of Financial City.
His memories kept rewinding with the dance steps, from the ambush on Alaska's night sea to that snowy Christmas night,
from desperately preparing for exams on campus to the daily cultivation in that fantastical, ethereal immortal mountain that still felt like a dream even now,
returning to the days when he had found his wish and become his former striving self again—nights soaked in sweat, fighting for justice, sitting atop the Top of the Tower in the night wind.
Those memories flashed by in an instant, and Fang Ran finally smiled brightly from the heart.
"I've been doing great. It's been fulfilling, exciting, and I've been happy every day."
A soft golden shimmer lit up Osphia's azure eyes.
Then, their dance steps became light and seamless. This time, he told her about what had happened to him recently.
"...There's an extra gourd now, so where I live has gotten livelier. Though that guy nearly made me socially die on his first day there."
"...I've learned how to cook too. Heh heh heh, I'm actually pretty amazing at it now."
Dressed in a pure black suit, drawing the entire room's attention as he danced at such an upper-class occasion with a status at the very pinnacle of reality, the young man merely spoke of these trivial daily matters.
And the elegant figure before him listened quietly all along.
"...Training to control my abilities has been even harder than I imagined. Haha, maybe I just don't have any talent for this."
"...Come to