Draco walked along the forest pathway, his cloak billowing behind him as his white hair trailed in the wind. It hadn't grown longer, but it seemed a lot neater than before. However, it had become a little spikier as a consequence.
Roma was beside him, barely half a step behind. Her long and beautiful hair was snow white in color, seemingly to coming alive as it swayed with her movement. Since she had tied it into a long ponytail, the long roll smacked each side of her perky bum with every step.
Qiong Qi trotted along beside them, his mind lost in his own thoughts. The fellow was deeply pondering about his place in this world, and for the first time, the possibility that he might not be the protagonist hit him.
Aisha was also silent, her usual vibrant and attractive aura largely muted by worry and unease. Draco's words had hinted something to her that she felt like she had an idea of, but just couldn't grasp.
