"This..."
The night breeze ruffled the woman's disheveled hair, and the world seemed to fall into silence. Ini stared at the scene on the screen, the blazing wreckage reflected in her pupils, as if branding itself into her memory.
"We won."
She lowered her head, murmuring to herself.
"Don't you think."
Beside her, Liz propped up her head and slowly began to speak.
"Hmm?"
Ini turned her head to look at her friend.
"That old man was a bit too cool, wasn't he?"
Liz massaged her face, turned her head to look at her friend, and scratched her hair, "He gives off an explosive sense of security, as if he could solve any problem."
"Really?"
Ini turned her gaze back to the screen, but now all that was left was an empty stage, and the elderly man who stood behind it had already left.
It seemed to tell everyone that everything was over, and the night in Yilan City was as usual.
