Cinderella looked at Ewen with eyes full of surprise, hoping he would respond with sothing, hidden experiences, concealed emotions, unspeakable secrets... anything.
But in the end, Ewen just quietly looked into the distance, his thoughts completely emptied, as if he hadn’t heard the girl’s words, entirely banishing himself to so pure land.
At first, Cinderella chirped like a little bird around Ewen, but seeing that Ewen remained unresponsive, she gradually gave up.
"Ha..."
Cinderella let out a big yawn, stretched lazily, feeling an inexplicable fatigue seize her. She picked up a blanket, rolled on the floor, and curled herself into a cocoon beneath the bookshelf.
At so point, Ewen also closed his eyes, his head drooping, imrsed in a distant dream. Canary sat on the steps, leaning towards the bookshelf beside her, the draft slipping from her hand, her brows tightly furrowed, her chest gently rising and falling in deep sleep.
Aimou laid the blanket flat on the floor, her feet together, hands crossed on her abdon. She always slept in this neat and orderly manner, a habit from before she transford into a human. Aimou thought her sleeping posture was very proper, but others always found it sowhat odd.
On the other side, Palr’s initial excitent from reading the draft began to wane, fatigue and drowsiness engulfed his will. Despite his reluctance, he still set the draft aside, shifting to rest drowsily beside Hart.
This familiar, fluffy touch reminded Palr of Leica, and he wondered if Leica was eating well recently, or if Vasilina had scolded it.
The large library was silent, as if everyone was asleep, with faint snores rising and falling. The only other sound was the occasional soft page-turning among the layers of stairs.
Cinderella turned over, her face directed into the nook beneath the bookshelf. In her sweet dream, she heard the sound of ocean waves, and soon warm waves engulfed her.
She was like a traveler drowning alone in the blue, clear sea, light penetrating through the water, casting a dazzling glow beneath the surface. In the distant deep sea, a lodic echo resonated, and a massive shadow erged from the depths, slowly approaching her.
Cinderella didn’t feel fear; instead, she felt a wave of joy as the ocean currents propelled her towards that massive rising figure, guiding her to et it.
Canary dread of a bonfire camp. Initially, there were only a few people at this bonfire camp, but as the long night progressed, more and more people arrived from afar. They continued to expand the camp, and the bonfire grew larger and larger until it beca a towering, blazing tree.
"Canary?"
A voice called out as a young man approached Canary joyfully.
Canary recognized who he was. A strange feeling surged through her heart for a mont, as though she had forgotten sothing, but such doubts were quickly dispelled by joy, and she rushed up to embrace him.
"I didn’t expect to see you here, Bai Ou."
After a simple embrace, Bai Ou took Canary’s hand to lead her forward.
"Co on, the party is about to start."
People danced and sang in the firelight, sharing stories of their travels, telling tales others had never heard. The sound of pen on paper continuously rustled as they recorded these stories, entrusting them to the birds to carry to those still in darkness.
Palr turned over, the warm, fluffy sensation brushing against his nose, causing him to sneeze and open his bleary eyes. A figure was already standing in front of him, backlit, arms crossed, with an imposing air.
Vasilina frowned, "Do you just love cuddling with it while you sleep?"
"Huh?"
Palr rubbed his eyes vigorously. At the mont, he was in a cluttered stable, with the tall Leica laying obediently on the haystack, while Palr leaned against it.
Palr shook his head, "No, I just wanted to rest a bit."
"Rested enough?" Vasilina continued, "Then let’s go, the others are waiting for you."
"Oh, okay."
Palr quickly got up, perhaps still groggy from sleep, montarily unsure of what to do next. But as he followed Vasilina out of the stable, Palr suddenly rembered.
"Go ahead, your solo trip, I hope you’re ready when you return."
Solo trip, that’s right, his last mont of freedom before marriage, the long journey of saying goodbye to bachelorhood!
Vasilina waved to Palr, who nodded with a bit of unease, then quickly trotted off to the roadside.
The road stretched infinitely across the plains, extending all the way to the distant horizon. Palr couldn’t rember when the Fortress of the Morning Wind had built such a wide road, but he didn’t think much of it. The car was parked on the road, the passengers had long been waiting.
Palr slipped into the driver’s seat, and before he was fully settled, a strong hand reached over from the passenger seat, wrapping around Palr, as an overpowering wave of cologne assaulted his nose.
Serey, like a boxing referee, lifted Palr’s hand, shouting loudly, "Welco! Our champion!"
Cheers erupted, and through the rearview mirror, Palr could see the two cheering fellows, Hart and Church, animatedly gesturing at him from the backseat.
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