Everyone was eating and laughing. After lunch, they sat for a while in the small courtyard of the Euphemia home before leaving.
Marjorie Euphemia had cleaned the bowls and chopsticks and stepped out of the kitchen just in time to see Marion Euphemia standing there, looking in the direction where everyone else was leaving from the door.
She looked puzzled, "What are the identities of the couple who can present the token?"
His face showed a few traces of subtle complexity that were then concealed, and his gaze was as deep and mysterious as a forest night.
Marion Euphemia murmured nostalgically, "They...this is an unspeakable secret."
His voice was extremely gentle, and his sigh was drowned by the wind without being noticed.
Since he first saw Gracia Euphemia in the early morning, he had felt an uncanny familiarity. It was only later, in the study when he picked up Grote Euphemia's painting scroll, that he remembered.
