His death did not matter, and no one listened to his heart.
Chen Lun and Froy left with the crowd. Froy remained silent throughout. She had listened intently to the entire opera. The mute clown's experiences were very similar to hers, and she had easily become immersed in it.
Only, one could open his mouth but could not speak, while the other could not see.
"Who wrote this opera?"
Froy was a little curious.
Chen Lun looked up at the poster outside the opera house, which listed the playwright and a synopsis.
"The tragedian Howard."
Hearing this name, Froy nodded gently.
Chen Lun did not want her to remain affected by the opera's sorrow, so he suggested taking her to the Ocean Aquarium. Froy murmured her assent.
Splash!
A dolphin leaped out of the water and swallowed the little fish the keeper tossed.
With a splash, it plunged back into the water.
The two stood beside the glass railing, watching the performance inside.
"Do you think I'm a lot like that 'mute clown'?"
Froy asked.
Standing beside her, Chen Lun sensed that she was feeling rather despondent.
He sighed inwardly.
"You're different from him, Froy..."
Chen Lun wanted to comfort her, but he did not know how to continue.
Perhaps it was as Froy herself had said: she had never feared death before, because being trapped in darkness was no different from being dead.
But he had rescued her from that darkness and shown her what sunlight was.
Only, this sunlight was too dazzling, leaving her just as unable to see her own hand before her face.
And the countdown to death was like the scorching sun, slowly evaporating the water of life beneath its relentless glare.
"Sorry, I know I'm being too negative."
Froy feigned lightheartedness.
"But don't worry,