Naga met that boy when she was 15 years old. The young man's polished leather shoes made a "tata" sound when he stepped on the marble stairs. The tail of his tuxedo that spread out when rotating occasionally rubbed against the long sword at his waist. His hair was combed in a classical and elegant style, and was smeared with Chevignon perfume.
She thought of everyone, of Mu Xixili jumping into the sea of fire, of Elrina holding the young man's body and laughing on the battlefield, and even of Doris in the crystal experimenter, but she didn't think of Hilleas holding the paintbrush.
Thin light dimly covers the time
Inlaid wood parquet raises the rhythm