The two of them made eye contact in mid-air, their bemused expressions in the morning gradually changing into complex ones, and then they both froze.
The shopkeeper's lips trembled, and he suddenly asked, "Next life... is this the next life?"
The beautiful woman's breath became rapid, and, frightened, she turned and ran, her heart in turmoil.
The shopkeeper caught up from behind, grabbed her hand, and said, "I won't let you leave again."
"Let go! Let go!"
The beautiful woman struggled.
Yet slowly, the two walked together, the shopkeeper's face brimming with happiness, and the beautiful woman lowering her head, somewhat shy. The sunlight fell, casting their figures onto the autumn earth, slowly merging into one.
In this world, what is there that time cannot change?
...
In the distance, a young man leaned against the most luxurious tavern tower in Forest Sea City, holding the most expensive fine wine, gulping it down.
This wine was true Immortal Brew, a special tribute.
