Jack Stewart saw the moon in the river, bright and dazzling. "Yes."
During their private chats in the past, they would often talk about the handsome customer at the shop, comparing him to a cloud—leisurely, drifting, a wandering traveler who would never pause his steps.
Yet such a person, with his deep and tender demeanor, could stir emotions in everyone.
"The girl you like is truly lucky." The young woman spoke with a touch of envy, moved by someone else's love story.
Jack Stewart smiled. "It's me who's lucky, to have met her."
The young woman didn't linger. Before waving goodbye, she said, "I hope both you and the girl you like will be happy."
He replied, "Thank you."
Early the next morning, Jack Stewart left the Ruins and arrived at a place called Anty Tribe.
