When the letter was folded, Victoria's fingertips were still trembling lightly.
She didn't speak, just silently handed the letter back to Arthur, as if waking up from a half-year-long dream.
Arthur didn't take the letter immediately but flipped open the cover of his pocket watch and glanced at it: "Your Highness, three minutes, you have thirty seconds left."
At the moment he said this, Victoria's hand paused slightly.
She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes trembling lightly, as if still hesitating to look at that familiar handwriting again, to touch that slightly warm paper once more.
However, after just one breath, she calmly placed the letter into Arthur's palm.
"That's enough." Her voice was clear and calm, with no tremble, no hoarseness, and no trace of weeping.
Arthur was slightly startled, gazing at the tear marks at the corner of Victoria's eyes, as if making a final confirmation.
