September 6th, 20:30, Tokyo, Japan. It's been five days since the battle in Iceland ended.
Tokyo Tower, in the brightly lit exhibition room, a boy and a girl are sitting above the fence.
They gaze downward, watching the cars on the highway flow like streams of light, the cool evening breeze sweeping by, lifting their hair.
After a while, Ji Minghuan gently sighed, placing his palms on the railing.
He leaned over, watching the silver train rumble past on the elevated bridge, swinging his legs, and then began to speak softly.
"Look, this is the Tokyo Tower you always wanted to visit... Is it beautiful?"
His words, accompanied by the whistling wind over the city, reached the ears of the white-haired girl.
Kong Youling nodded her head.
She hung her head, lost in thought for a long time, then handed the album in her hands to Ji Minghuan.
