Inside the Buster Trading Company in the Lancelot Empire.
Elegant pavilions stood among vine-covered rockeries, with little bridges over flowing water and fragrant flowers and grasses, forming a beautiful, lush green landscape.
On a gently swaying swing sat Phoebe in a plain white robe, her exquisite face filled with sorrow. Five years had passed, yet time had left no trace on her face. On the contrary, she seemed to have grown ever more beautiful, ever more captivating.
Whenever she finished her tedious work, she would habitually stare blankly at a gap in the rockery, her thoughts drifting unwittingly back to several years ago.
In that narrow gap in the rockery, two people had once pressed close together, able to smell each other's scent and feel the thump, thump of each other's hearts...
Years had passed, yet the memory remained clear, as vivid as if it had happened yesterday!
"Miss, are you thinking of him again?" Footsteps rapidly approached. Looking at the distracted Phoebe, Fubin'en sighed inwardly and called softly to her.
"Oh, you're here." Rousing herself from her thoughts, Phoebe gave Fubin'en an apologetic smile and gestured toward the chair beside her. "Have a seat."
Fubin'en dispensed with formalities and settled into the chair at Phoebe's gesture. Looking at her slightly weary face, Fubin'en felt somewhat worried. After faltering for a moment, Fubin'en cautiously said, "That First Prince of the Angela Empire has come again."
Still staring absently at the rockery ahead, Phoebe looked irritated at these words. Her delicate brows furrowed, and she said impatiently, "He's such a nuisance. How many times have I told him? Why does he keep coming?"
Fubin'en smiled bitterly. You know better than anyone why he keeps coming. After a moment's hesitation, Fubin'en had no choice but to explain, "Before coming here, Prince Haige