Farosa cried a river of tears, but Xu Yang thought she still looked beautiful—his treasure, his love, his Farosa.
She was capricious and free-spirited, with no place to call her own; everything she did was unpredictable, except at that moment when everyone knew what she was about to do. Farosa knelt beside Xu Yang, closed her eyes, and kissed him tenderly.
Regardless, she couldn't help but love him.
Xu Yang tried to respond to her as much as possible, but he hadn't fully mastered or adapted to his original body yet, even unable to stand up and hug her despite several attempts.
He couldn't smell, couldn't lift his arms, his vision was blurry and fading, so he just closed his eyes, set everything aside for the moment, and immersed himself in the hazy atmosphere.
"Let's go, let's go." Mizuiro Yoshioka opened her arms, guiding the other witches outside; if this continued, they'd all start crying too.
