Orson's departure coincided with the start of June, the official month when winter starts for real without letting anything go.
However, despite the arrival of the cold, the villagers were merrier than they were in the previous year.
A lot of things had happened in the past month. Villagers got jobs, got paid and were living comparably better than before. So how could they complain?
On the first day of Orson's departure, Calista didn't let herself wallow in grief, after all, she was an adult. Whatever would happen in the future, she would humbly accept it. At least she tried her best and let herself trust him.
She didn't know if he was going to return after leaving this time, but she sincerely hoped that he would come back to her. That was the greatest level of trust she could give to a man who had been hiding secrets from her regarding his identity.
There was so much to do, and Calista could only pick that up to stop herself from thinking too much.
