It was the end of August in the twelfth year of the Xuan calendar on the continent of Kaimona. The young man in the shadowy corner looked up at the girl in white, bathed in sunlight, as though people in darkness were gazing up at a pure angel. The girl reached out her arm, seemingly to pull the young man from darkness into the light.
"You will never lie to me, right?"
"Yes. I will never lie to you. Ever."
Her tone was utterly solemn, her voice so quiet that it was fainter than the vows at a church wedding, yet more sincere than the words of a dying person.
