The words at her ear were so gentle.
The wind cooled her body, its sound as clear as a whisper beside her ear.
Only where they embraced—where their bodies pressed close—did they still share a warmth that belonged to the two girls alone.
Even the greatest fool should have understood by now. Rinne's words sounded like a farewell.
A farewell? Why should it be?
At least while they were hugging, neither could see the other's eyes. Otherwise, Rinne would have seen the shadow that had fallen over Huanyue's gaze.
"What's the price?" Huanyue asked, her cheek against Rinne's. The more she heard, the lower her spirits sank. Her heart seemed to grow cold, and a tightness filled her chest.
"If I just reject Eden outright... that would mean rejecting all your hard work. Of course I think life here is wonderful too. Everyone is still themselves, and those carefree days when I wake up happy... I love them."
The silver-haired spirit's voice was clear and sweet, full of comfort and affection.
But what followed—
Came out like a cry torn from her throat.
"But how can I turn a blind eye to your pain and weakness?!"
Qian Huanyue gritted her teeth. The anger she had suppressed for so long, the anger that had always burned inside her, burst free and filled her heart.
She let go of Rinne and met her slightly widened eyes with a direct violet stare.
"You're finding it harder and harder to keep going, aren't you? Suffering in secret as you grow weaker—or are you going to disappear again? Even with my Angel, there are limits. Featherheal Sovereign can't do it. There's so much it can't do!"
If it could, Shiori would never have died!
And Rinne would never have had to give so much of