After listening to it all, Zhang Xiu froze.
It was nothing else-Yaoshi's plan was simply too bold, too insane.
But he agreed with it, and from the bottom of his heart, he was happy about Yaoshi's choice.
Smiling, Zhang Xiu held out his pinky. "Then it's a promise."
"It's a promise." Yaoshi held out her pinky too, hooking it around Zhang Xiu's.
As their thumbs touched, they embraced, imagining the beautiful future they had described to each other.
It was also at that moment that a sense of responsibility welled up in Zhang Xiu's heart-one strong enough to make him stake his life on it.
Now, hidden currents stirred in Penacony, and every faction was doing everything it could to lay its plans.
All Zhang Xiu and Yaoshi needed to do was wait for events to ripen.
Everyone's birth held a unique meaning, and for Firefly, she enjoyed her time in this world of dreams and sincerely thanked the being who had brought her into existence.
Otherwise, how could she have strolled along these warm, welcoming streets in this bustling city with someone she liked?
"Further down is Grax Avenue-the main street of Golden Hour."
The wind brushed through the girl's hair, sending ripples through her heart.
Almost by accident, Firefly reached out to take Stelle's hand, only to stop halfway and draw her hand back.
Would this scare her?
Firefly knew that Stelle had lost her memories, forgetting the companionship and feelings they had once shared.
But she was not disheartened by that. Quite the opposite: as she looked at the bewildered girl, heartfelt delight rose to Firefly's cheeks and blossomed into a smile.
If she had forgotten, they could simply get to know each other again!
But Stelle caught the hand she had withdrawn.
"Ah!" Firefly startled,