"Herbert, thank you for letting me relax today. We should head back now… huh?"
She wanted to let go of his hand and formally express her gratitude to Herbert.
The path they'd walked wasn't exactly long, but for her it carried an extra meaning.
Enough for her to look back on that brilliant yet fleeting youth, and the lonely, endless span of a thousand years.
But unexpectedly, Herbert didn't let Ophidia go; he held her hand tight.
"Go back? What are you talking about? This day has only just begun, hasn't it?"
Herbert tilted his head and smiled at Ophidia, gently squeezing the slender hand in his palm, signaling her to look ahead.
Just begun?
Ophidia didn't understand; she could only follow Herbert's gaze.
The next moment, when she saw the scene before her clearly, she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
"Wow…"
Before her eyes was a sea of deep-blue flowers.
