When night fell, Yang Fan safely returned to Struwa with everyone.
Instead of going back to his room, Yang Fan said to Helena Taylor beside him, "Come with me."
Helena Taylor followed him without a word, walking straight in that direction.
At the back of the base, in the desolate courtyard, the two stood facing each other.
The moon had come out, and the stars twinkled in the endless night sky.
A cool breeze blew, making the night in the tropical island country refreshingly cool.
Neither of them spoke. Yang Fan looked at Helena Taylor's expressionless face and, with a calm voice as gentle as the night wind, asked, "Is your heart ashen?"
Helena Taylor finally looked up and met his eyes. In her gaze, there was a complexity no one could truly understand.
She eventually spoke up, acknowledging that everything now seemed to offer no choice: "So what?"
"That's very good, because this is truly about being reborn from death."
