In front of Gregory's cemetery, Richard was holding the shattered head of the Mysterious Wizard and placed it on the Tombstone.
Pandora stood there, her gaze somewhat blank as she stared into the distance, lost in thought for a long time.
The winter Sun slowly rose from the east, resembling a yolk of a goose egg, its reddish light reflecting on the hilltop, on Pandora's face, and in Richard's eyes.
Richard's eyes squinted reflexively, he glanced at the Sun, turned his head toward Pandora, and said, "Let's go."
Pandora's blank gaze finally shifted, turning to look at Richard as if asking something, but she made no sound.
Richard met Pandora's gaze, seemed like he wanted to say something, but in the end, he just shook his head and let out a light sigh, "Let's go."
Pandora watched Richard stand up, thought for a moment, nodded her head, and earnestly replied, "Okay."
