The fire camp was no longer burning, leaving only embers and ashes on the ground. It was a peaceful witching hour, a stark contrast to the turmoil of emotions that overcame both Kazuya and Himari earlier.
Inside the dimly lit tent, Kazuya carefully tucked Himari in the blanket before he slowly got up from the bed. His eyes gleamed satisfactorily at the sight of the ring on her finger.
She had accepted his proposal.
Although it came abruptly, she still accepted it.
Now, they continued moving forward.
Kazuya walked out of the tent. He went to sit at the wooden chair, eyes looking at the carpet of stars above his head.
The faint sound of crickets singing at night blanketed the camping area in peace. Lowly burned fire camp remained at some of the tents away from them.
Kazuya couldn't sleep thinking of what Himari had disclosed to him.
He didn't feel disgusted with her. Rather, he was angry at himself and at Fate.
