Four years later.
The capital, Dala City.
The sunshine gently sprinkled in through the arched window, making the room, which had been decorated incomparably warm and comfortable, look even warmer and more comfortable.
Sara pulled out her luggage and put the packed things into it one by one. Johnny helped her pull her luggage up and asked with his eyes down, "Are you leaving tomorrow?"
"Mn." Sara nodded and said, "Freya called to say that Grandpa Selmy's situation is very bad. I have to go back and take a look."
After all, the old man had once given her the gentlest care.
"Isn't it a little awkward for you to return to the capital now?" After four years, Johnny's eyes had become more mature. It was rare to see his sharp edge when he was young. Only when he faced Sara, he still had a bit of real emotions.