After the topic of the Wind Dancer came up, the atmosphere between the two gradually returned to normal.
Or one could say... at least outwardly, it didn't continue to get any weirder.
It was just that, as the child listened, he suddenly blurted out, "Come to think of it, I really do envy those who can fly."
Those words caused a slight flush to creep over Bofis's cheeks.
"It's not like it's impossible..."
She murmured quietly.
As if she felt a chill, she hugged her slender left arm tightly, and her right hand nervously touched her fair left shoulder, feeling the coolness of her fingertips.
Just like the layout of this city's buildings.
The child could vaguely see that the layout of the city was filled with a sense of asymmetry... If one were to describe it in one sentence, it was to the extent that one could easily know their exact location at every intersection.
On Bofis's body, there was also a strong sense of aesthetic beauty brought on by asymmetry.
