Wizet's sense of touch was exceptionally sharp now—sharp enough for him to clearly feel Luna practically pressed against him, their foreheads touching...
Then their noses brushed together...
And finally...
His lips suddenly softened.
Buzz...
It was as though an explosion had gone off in Wizet's mind. From that moment on, time seemed to stretch into infinity, so long that the very concept of time probably lost all meaning.
That sudden softness against his lips was moist, tender, and carried the faintest trace of sweetness.
But it lasted far too briefly, like a dragonfly skimming the water.
The concept of time returned, compressed into an infinitely short instant—so short that just as Wizet was about to make out the taste, it vanished without a trace.
His eyes flew wide open, catching only a retreating figure, like a butterfly dancing through the air.
Only, the butterfly had flown back into the room, her skirt drawing a beautiful arc through the air.
Click...
The door shut behind her.
The person who had been so close to him moments ago had now vanished from before his eyes, leaving behind only silence and the lingering warmth on his lips, already fading away.
Wizet only felt that the quiet around him was terrifying, as though the entire world had fallen silent, leaving only his increasingly frantic heartbeat pounding in his ears like a drum.
He wanted to raise a hand and touch his lips, but stopped himself halfway. He stood there stiffly like a statue, even his breathing becoming exceptionally light.
It was as though he feared that if he breathed even a little harder, he would completely scatter the rapidly vanishing warmth from his lips.
He had no idea how much time had passed before he finally came back to himself, only to find the