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A silent night.
The cold moonlight.
The light blue barrier, the tall figure standing with poise, his clearly-defined strikingly handsome features, all is quiet and peaceful.
The man slightly lowers his eyes, his gaze unreadable.
At this moment, his eyes are filled with only her.
Suddenly, from the quiet outdoors, a breeze picks up, lightning strikes, thunder rumbles, and the storm blends with the rain.
Large drops of rain hit the window.
Pitter-patter.
A bit piercing, and somewhat eerie.
As he embarks on this journey, his chances of survival are slim.
It is unknown whether he will have an opportunity to spend the rest of his life with her.
The rest of life seems so long.
Yet also so short.
Only after a long while does the man slowly raise his right hand, a string of transparent symbols congealing in his palm, resembling some kind of ancient script.
They carry a mysterious and weathered air.
