Both of them sat together on the white altar floor covered in snow. There wasn't even a hint of worry that the snow might reduce their HP.
Ethan sat cross-legged beside Ashley, while she sat on her knees, her eyes fixed forward, admiring the line of snow-covered hills before them.
They didn't need to fear the flying buff—it wouldn't disappear as long as Ethan stayed on the white altar. The same went for Ashley.
Ashley asked about one of Ethan's bad habits. Ethan smiled widely.
He had already guessed that Ashley would ask that; she needed solid proof to confirm whether EthanArk was really Ethan Arkwright or not.
A face could be disguised, a voice could be imitated—but habits and memories couldn't.
Ashley was certain not many people knew Ethan's bad habits.
Ethan smiled, turned slightly, and looked at Ashley's face. She was smiling faintly, waiting for his answer.
"Do I have to answer that?" Ethan teased.
