Ophelia's mouth fell slightly open. At that moment, she was filled with an utterly absurd feeling.
This...
Again?
Whether it was seeing the real him through the Dark Moon Mottling at the beginning, the curtains drawn under the guidance of the Dark Moon, or the mountain collapsing before her eyes now.
Manifestations of faith and decrees of fate arrived together time and again, their inconceivable harmony creating the most fatal and beautiful romance.
Ophelia had never denied her affection for Kallen, nor had she deliberately concealed it. But after receiving no real response from him, she had several times been ready to use her reason to snuff out this feeling that could never lead anywhere.
Life was a long road, and matters of the heart were like the brim of a hat on your head. If you kept looking upward, you would see only the color of the brim, then mistake that patch of brim filling your vision for the entirety of life.
In truth, there was plenty of varied scenery on either side of the road. Once they matured, most people would not devote their entire lives to romance-not because they could not afford it, but because they felt it was not worth it.
Yet things always developed in unexpected ways. Ophelia felt that if time stretched forward now, she could already imagine her elderly self sitting beside a pond, a blanket over her legs, her thoughts flying back to this moment.
She already had so many scenes to look back on. Each memory could probably become a natural smile at the corner of her mouth in old age.
Yet she had never even been in love.
For Kallen, it was more a matter of helplessness. Although the captain was not here, his influence continued to make itself felt