It was a residential area near the apartment. Anaya looked up and happened to see a lighted window.
Several figures were reflected on the curtain, overlapping and snuggling, and it seemed that there were bursts of laughter.
The atmosphere was joyous.
There were myriad twinkling lights of the city, but none of them were lit for her.
Sadness welled up in Anaya's heart and expanded, like a crack that stretched thousands of miles across the barren and dry land, terribly deserted.
Anaya stood there in a daze. When she was lost in thought, someone suddenly approached her from behind, with a clear and familiar aura swept over her in an instant.
"What are you looking at?"
A deep and familiar voice sounded in her ear.
Her hand was held up.
The wide palm wrapped hers tightly.
Her hand, which was a little cold by the night breeze, instantly warmed up.