Arthur's words made Cotton and Mrs. Andor shudder. They gazed at each other, reluctant to part.
"Cotton, it's so wonderful to see you!"
"For me too!"
The two began saying their goodbyes.
But the young Medium ruined the moment by cutting in-
"Have you two misunderstood something?"
Cotton and Mrs. Andor turned to Arthur, confusion on their faces.
"When I said time was almost up, I didn't mean just Mr. Cotton. Time is almost up for both of you!"
The young Medium pointed at the hands Cotton and Mrs. Andor still held tightly together.
Restless Souls could not touch the living.
Unless...
The living person was about to die.
Haunted by Baron Kemail's Restless Soul, the elderly Mrs. Andor had unknowingly reached the end of her life.
"What?!"
Everyone who had been silently watching finally realized what was wrong after Arthur's reminder-they had all been so happy for the betrothed couple reunited after so long that they had overlooked the strange sight just now.
At once, their expressions grew complicated.
They had no idea what expression to wear as they faced Cotton and Mrs. Andor.
Mrs. Andor, on the other hand, was delighted.
"We finally won't have to part again!"
"Yes, we won't have to part!"
Cotton nodded, though a trace of regret lingered on his face.
"What's wrong, Cotton?"
Mrs. Andor immediately noticed something was amiss with her fiancé.
"I wanted to give you a wedding... just as I promised when I left. We would have our wedding when I returned!
I wonder if we can hold a wedding in the land of eternal rest?"
Cotton raised a hand to scratch his head, looking embarrassed.
Mrs. Andor stroked Cotton's cheek, smoothing away both his embarrassment and his regret.
"It doesn't matter anymore!
We're already..."
"It matters!
Why wouldn't it