"Let's put off this forced marriage business for a while. Proposing amid IX's countless manifestations doesn't sound very romantic."
Bai Heng looked toward this world that held nothing but emptiness. His long lashes cast faint shadows, and his dark gold eyes carried the quiet stillness of autumn rain.
Looking into his eyes, Yomi found them peaceful, like gazing at the lake beside a willow-shaded pavilion—pure and clear, as though they had weathered years of wind and rain yet ultimately returned to tranquility.
When his gaze shifted away from this world and fell upon Yomi once more, Bai Heng slightly raised his brows and asked,
"Are you looking at me?"
"You seem to have changed a lot, yet somehow, you haven't changed at all," Yomi voiced what she was thinking.
"That sounds oddly familiar... Why does it feel like more than one person has said that?"
"What do you mean, more than one person?"
"It's a long story."
"Then make it short."
"How can something that can't be explained in a few words be made into a short story, Miss Raiden?" Bai Heng shrugged helplessly.
"Once we return to clear-headed reality, let's find somewhere and talk slowly... This place is kind of cold."
In truth, the Black Hole Narrows had no concept of temperature at all, but Bai Heng still felt cold.
"Alright." Yomi agreed, though a trace of memory whose flavor she could not name flickered through her clear eyes. "Perfect. I haven't been to an amusement park in a long time. The last time was probably back in Izumo."
"That was a long time ago."
Bai Heng teased,
"Is this an emotional play before forcing me into marriage?"
"It can be."
Yomi answered with complete seriousness.
After leaving the Black Hole Narrows,
Bai Heng took out his phone