After returning home, some things were bound to change.
For example, after going upstairs, Luna returned to her bedroom.
Wizet instinctively wanted to follow her inside. Just as he was about to take a step forward, he suddenly realized something.
He rubbed his nose and turned back to his own bedroom.
Everything in the bedroom still felt familiar to Luna. Whether it was the various decorations or the bedding, all of it carried memories from her childhood to the present.
Although everything was so familiar, so reassuring, she still felt as though something was missing.
She turned over, trying hard to make herself fall asleep sooner, but that feeling of something missing only became clearer.
During their graduation trip, she had grown accustomed to Wizet's company, accustomed to falling asleep while sharing the same breath with him. But now...
Five minutes... ten minutes...
Luna tossed and turned before finally opening her eyes miserably. Was it because she lacked that touch of warmth that she felt so unaccustomed to this?
The more she thought about it, the less she could sleep. The small bit of longing in her heart was like Puffskein fur, tickling her until her heart itched.
In the end, she got out of bed and came to the door, gently turning the handle.
Moonlight spilled through the window onto the floor, making the unlit hallway seem less dim.
Her footsteps were soft, and she tiptoed cautiously, though she did not know... why she had to do this even in her own home.
Just then, she heard a rustling sound.
Following the sound, she saw a similarly cautious head peeking out from around the stairway corner.
Wizet's gaze met hers.
Their eyes met, and neither could help laughing.
Even without speaking, they could read each other's thoughts through their