They merged into the Tuesday evening crowd on Silver Cross Avenue, shoulder to shoulder. The bustling pedestrians each followed their own life paths, and in the sky, beneath the setting sun, the city was shrouded in a gray mist.
This was just another ordinary Tuesday, another normal day in spring. Shard didn't know how long this peace would last, or if a new disaster would soon appear around him again.
But at least, through that indifferent emotion and hollow heart, he understood himself and realized all the ties this Outlander had in this world.
This wouldn't change him, but it made Shard cherish everything he had even more. He wished that days like this could last forever, and he hoped that, just like Haila Osenfort's blessing, all love would always be by his side.
"This seems a bit greedy."
Stepping into the street, looking at the prosperous scenes of the Steam Industrial Era, Shard reflected silently in his heart.
