"The plane is ready, Prince. I've checked it. No damage or flaws. I have fixed the camouflage mode. We can leave as soon as possible." Hamdi's report knocked Lia's heart to collapse. It was as if she didn't want to hear that, realizing that she would soon have to part with a man she had begun to notice in her life.
The man was now standing tall, squeezing his fragile shoulders, and looking straight at Hamdi as if nothing bad would happen. Farewell was nothing, Prince Aerus' eyes seemed to say.
The scorching sun had disappeared, replaced by a tinge of mauve in the far west. Its beautiful color spread out in every corner of the clear eye, waving at the weeping soul.
Its radiance plunged at a certain point, penetrated between the left that was swaying by the wound, made the dry left appear golden, and made the figure of Prince Aerus undeniably beautiful.
