The darkening sky merged gradually with the snow-covered earth, becoming indistinguishable from one another.
Su Rin stretched out his hand.
The stagnant light scattered evenly across his face, like a deep blue celestial path.
His movements were slow, yet firm, just as steady as when he had held his pen to draw the blueprint of the airship.
Before Miguel's trembling gaze, Su Rin pressed his palm against Miguel's forehead.
The hot tears in Miguel's eyes fell.
He felt that his teacher shouldn't have such an ending.
In the warm breezes of spring, on the starlit land... he should have died amidst everyone's admiration; he should have had the right to love, the right to continue living on this land he had saved, not here, in the cold winter, in this deserted alley, dying silently, unnoticed by anyone.
...He had just come down from Yun Shang City alone.