Two years later.
In a guest room on the second floor of a country cottage.
"Wizet."
Hearing the ethereal voice lingering by his ear, Wizet's eyelids twitched. He could clearly tell that dawn had already come.
The familiar scent of grass and wood drifted into his nose, and a lazy feeling washed over his body, making him reluctant to open his eyes.
"Wizet, wake up!"
Luna continued calling his nickname. She seemed to have pressed her entire body against him, letting him clearly feel her softness.
Wizet turned his head and slowly opened his eyes, seeing the face he could never tire of looking at.
Sunlight fell across Luna's face, as though draping her in a shimmering veil of gold.
They were so close that when Wizet blinked, he could see the delicate fuzz at the corners of Luna's lips.
Luna's breathing was light, warm against his face like feathers, tickling his heart.
What made his heart race even more were Luna's lips, slightly moist, like peaches touched by dew.
Luna was pressed against Wizet, feeling his accelerated heartbeat. Seemingly thinking of something, her cheeks flushed as well.
Wizet noticed that even her lips had become rosier. Unable to resist, he pulled Luna into his arms and gently tasted their softness and sweetness.
After their lips parted, they lingered together for quite some time. His gaze never left Luna's face.
Luna's cheeks remained flushed. Even during all those past days, though she had always enjoyed that affectionate gaze, her cheeks would still turn red.
She asked softly, "It's sunny today. Don't you want to look outside?"
Wizet turned his head toward the window, where sunlight streamed in.
From his angle, he could already see the sea outside.
The morning light seemed to scatter a layer of broken gold across the