Natasha was sitting in the complete darkness of an underground room in an abbey in Aalto, reading a long letter from her friend with her Dark Vision.
It seemed that she was already used to the dark environment, and the blue veins on her hands and face were already hard to see.
From time to time, she gently hummed the melody written in the letter with joy.
When she came to the last page of the letter, Natasha grinned, "Lucien, you’re exactly copying what I did. I’m looking forward to the next issue of Music Criticism to see how you will wish me a happy birthday."
Then she sighed a bit and talked to herself, "It ’s really nice to have a friend, or I would definitely go crazy at this place."
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