In the afternoon sky dotted with sparse clouds, flocks of birds could be seen flying in the distance.
Here, far from the bustling commercial district across the riverbank, the wind gently brushed against cheeks as it blew by, causing Miss Florence to widen her eyes.
The crowd's clamor, the musicians' performance, someone's laughter, songs—all of it could be heard from here.
"Loren..."
Miss Florence had intended to ask Loren to let her go since being pressed so closely against a man's chest made her quite uncomfortable, but feeling Loren's self-reproaching mood, she felt as if she couldn't push this man away.
Time seemed to slow down.
Well-dressed merchants and spirited residents moved back and forth on the roads outside the square, surrounded by majestic buildings adorned with ancient statues of deities from legends.
The Statue of Goddess of Fate watched over them.
Eventually.
Miss Florence slowly lifted her hand and patted Loren on the back.
