The ash fluttered down, accompanied by Tilly Flower's faint sigh, "I only knew despair, but didn't realize that disappointment is worse than despair. — I've grown accustomed to despair, disappointment, however, I can't endure."
Her tone was so, so light.
Light as fireworks gradually fading in the stillness of the night.
A love that had blazed fiercely for twenty-two years, bloomed alone, and ended alone.
Norris Moore raised her head and saw Sophia Phoenix had come out from the restaurant at some point, holding dishes in his hands, standing there looking at Tilly Flower.
When Sophia Phoenix noticed Norris Moore looking over, he diverted his gaze and took the dishes into the kitchen.
Tilly Flower turned her head to glance at his retreating figure, then smiled faintly and leaned back on the sofa, smoking.
Sophia Phoenix and Tilly Flower had left earlier than the rest.
At the doorway, Tilly Flower said goodbye to Norris Moore with a beaming smile, "See you next month, Norris."
