Silence passed between them.
Time flowed as they held each other’s gaze.
For a long while, they could do nothing but look without saying a word.
No—perhaps it wasn’t that long.
It probably hadn’t been so much time, yet the heavy mood made it feel as if ages had passed.
Saaaaa—
The dust that arose when Taecheon vanished scattered in all directions. Riding the night sky, it sank into the aurora.
And when the two moons slowly angled to point at them—
“Ah…”
The first voice came from the woman—Yehwa.
What should she say? Where should she begin?
For the span of a heartbeat, the woman agonized, thinking and thinking.
How did you speak that name—
Did you perhaps remember—
Has oblivion been undone—
As she was buried under questions she wanted to ask and pondered for a long moment—
“Yehwa.”
“……!”
Gu Yangcheon spoke to her with a weary look.
“Is that your name?”
“……”
At his words, the tension slowly drained from Yehwa’s widened eyes.