The glow of the illusory fireworks lit up everyone's faces.
Cotton and Nicole, the two "people" already shining with the unique radiance of souls, were bathed in a distinctive rainbow of colors.
Linda watched the "newlyweds" before her and offered them her sincerest blessings in her heart.
The girl was gifted enough, but because of her age, she had never understood what happiness was, much less known how to describe it.
But now.
Watching Cotton and Nicole, the girl felt that this must be what happiness looked like.
Yet she would never want happiness like this.
Because...
Getting there hurt too much!
Happiness earned through more than thirty years of separation in life and death was all the more precious. No one could argue with that, and it was a wonderful thing.
But it was not what the girl wanted.
She wanted something more, something happier.
So...
Strength!
I had to become even stronger!
Strong enough that if anyone dared make me unhappy for a moment, I would make him unhappy for the rest of his life!
As these thoughts passed silently through her mind, her gaze drifted unconsciously toward Arthur and Malinda. His black double-breasted coat, upright bearing, and handsome face, with its slight roundness, formed a harmonious picture that only made him seem more composed. In the night, his black eyes grew even deeper, like a bottomless pool, drawing her in to explore.
But those azure eyes were right there.
Unlike that bottomless pool, their azure blue resembled ocean waves-not only turbulent, but fierce and direct, just as crisp and decisive as her short blond hair and hunting outfit suggested.
Standing together, the two did more than complement one another. There was a sense of each answering the other in turn, as though no one else could intrude