The Heartfelt Talk.

Six Months Later, The Guardian Mountain Peak.

It was already close to midnight and the moon hung high above the night sky like a giant shining disco ball.

Its moonlight was like a diffuse ocean above, lessening the inky blackness of the night. It was accompanied by numerous shining stars which hung above as if strung in the sky by some invisible strings, lighting the whole world from its tenebrous.

At this moment, on top of the Guardian Peak, two figures could be seen sitting quietly on the grassy ground while admiring the endless shining stars in the sky which were like a beautiful, surreal blanket above their heads.

One of them was a young man dressed in a robe that was even whiter than snow. He was handsome to the point of being a bit demonic, almost resembling a girl. He had a melancholic look on his face.

As for the other person, he was a middle-aged man with an azure robe. In just like the young man, he also had a melancholic look on his as well.