I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Feeling unwell? Have caught a cold?

[Pretty much, I have a slight fever and feel dizzy.]

Okay, then. Take care and get some rest. I won't bother you anymore.

After that, Duanmu Yan breathed a sigh of relief, put the terminal back, and then looked up at the gloomy sky.

This unexpected holiday disrupted his previously hectic lifestyle.

For a moment, he felt somewhat lost, unsure of what to do with his free time.

"Then... let's go back to sleep."

He murmured to himself, his voice carrying a hint of languor and helplessness.

……

……

In the stillness of the night, bathed in the soft glow of the cold moon.

The sky was studded with stars, like a silver river made of fine, shifting sands lying diagonally across the azure heavens.

On a street corner in Naraguna, there is a cozy and quiet coffee shop.

The warm yellow lights inside the store shone through the glass windows, creating a soft halo.

And in a corner outside the store, a young girl was sitting there.

Even though the surrounding streets were bustling with people, they seemed to have no connection with her—like a ghostly frequency detached from the world, wandering alone in this noisy world.

Memories of the past are like a faded, yellowish painting, always washing over me like a tide in quiet moments, with pauses here and there, like a sob.

When life is extended indefinitely, what kind of path should we take in the world?

she does not know.

The unprecedented emptiness and vastness made her feel disoriented.

She looked towards the theater, where a concert was quietly brewing its grand prelude, with melodious tunes already subtly flowing in the air.

"So……"

"Go and have a look."

Volume One: Chapter Twelve - Him and Her at the Concert

It seemed like I had a very short dream.

However, the content of his dream became blurry the moment he woke up, and a considerable part of it was just meaningless images.

Duanmu Yan opened his eyes.

The sun had already set outside the window, and there were still ten minutes until the alarm clock he had set.

He sat up, feeling a little dizzy, probably because he had slept for too long.

This was the most restful sleep Duanmu Yan had had in a while.

There's no need to worry about work-related troubles; Miss Koletta has the backing for everything I do.

Moreover, they can even attend a free concert while on paid leave.

This was the easiest job he'd had since joining Everard Bank.

It's just a pity that after this special job is completed, I will have to return to that dark and dreary bank.

By the way, speaking of which...

Did Miss Koleta say that after this mission is completed, I can make a request of her?

So to say……

Can I just tell Koleta directly, "Miss Koleta, I don't want to try anymore"?

—The flower language of steel wool is forbearance and wealth.

Well, judging from the second young lady's looks, I'm not at a disadvantage.

Although he is short, being short has its advantages—there are ways to be short.

Time is almost up.

At that moment, a message came from Koleta on the terminal.

The concert is about to begin.

I've already had someone buy the tickets for me. Remember to arrive on time.

Duanmu Yan picked up the terminal and quickly replied with two words.

【receive. 】

Then he got up, skillfully made himself a cup of coffee, and glanced at the time.

There is still an hour and a half before the concert starts.

Yes, there's still plenty of time.

Although this is my first time doing this kind of work, I will do my best so as not to disappoint the second young lady's expectations.

……

……

The streets around the theater are bustling with pedestrians.

Among them were many priests from religious orders.

Although the city of Laguna is much more open than it used to be, the influence of the religious order remains deeply entrenched, firmly controlling the city's public opinion.

Any form of artistic performance, regardless of size, must be reported to the religious order in advance and undergo a rigorous review process before it can be performed.

If a performance is found to be contrary to the doctrines or dogmas of the religious order, it will be immediately stopped, and those responsible will face severe punishment, possibly even being sentenced to board a pilgrimage ship as their ultimate punishment.

The religious order always claims that the pilgrimage ship is a journey of punishment and redemption for those who are unfaithful to the Lord. After they repent and reform during the journey, they can regain their freedom and return home.

—But to this day, those who boarded the pilgrimage ship have never returned.

"Hello, are you Mr. Duanmu Yan?"

As Duanmu Yan was standing near the theater, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, a figure rushed toward him.

Judging from the other person's exquisite and artistic attire, it is not difficult to tell that this person should be a performer at the concert.

"Yes, that's me." Duanmu Yan turned around and gave a polite smile.

"Thank goodness I didn't mistake you for someone else!" The person patted his chest and breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "These are concert tickets that Miss Koleta specifically asked me to give you."

Duanmu Yan was slightly taken aback, then reached out and took the ticket from the other person's hand, sincerely thanking them: "Thank you very much. By the way, judging from your outfit, are you going to perform on stage?"

“Of course.” Upon hearing Duanmu Yan’s question, the man straightened up instantly, his face beaming with pride. “It is also thanks to Miss Koleta’s generous investment that our team has the opportunity to step onto this stage.”

"Although this is our first performance, everyone has put in a lot of effort and rehearsed many times for this show."

"It is a pity that Miss Coleta said she had something to do today and could not attend the performance."

"However, as Miss Colletta's friend, we also welcome you with the warmest of intentions."

"Next, we hope you can fully immerse yourself in this wonderful performance that we have carefully prepared for you!"

Duanmu Yan smiled slightly: "Really? Then I'm looking forward to it."

Afterwards, he watched the person leave and looked at the ticket in his hand.

When it comes to music, Duanmu Yan actually has quite a bit of knowledge about it.

Although he wasn't an expert in this art, he could still play a few simple and melodious tunes on the piano and violin.

When the company has a holiday, he doesn't choose to stay at home and kill time.

Occasionally, driven by his love for art, he would come to the theater and immerse himself in a spectacular performance.

……

……

As the supervisor of the Remnant Star Society.

Flolo should not have been exposed to the public so easily.

But looking around, who would really notice her existence?

—A person who has completely closed off his inner self and wanders around like a ghost.

In the bustling crowd, no one stopped for her, no one cast a curious glance at her.

They won't.

He wouldn't either.

She had once held onto hope, until that hope turned into utter despair.

The performance is about to begin.

Floro listened to the laughter of the crowd around him and followed silently behind them.

Her gaze drifted to one side unintentionally, and a group photo of the orchestra that would be performing on stage that evening came into view.

In the photo, all the band members are all smiling brightly.

But that smile inadvertently wounded the softest corner of her heart.

It's not out of jealousy of others' success.

Instead, when those smiling faces came into view, a flood of past memories surged up, enveloping her completely and leaving her nowhere to escape.

It wasn't until a gentle breeze blew by that she was brought back to reality, turned her head expressionlessly, and walked into the theater.

The crowds remained bustling.

Floro found his seat in the crowd.

She quietly took her seat, not speaking to anyone, and waited for the performance to begin.

"Excuse me, can you lend me your hand for a moment?"

Suddenly, his voice appeared in my ear.

Just as Floro was about to take action, his gaze involuntarily swept towards the source of the sound.

When that person's face came into view without warning, her breath caught in her throat for a moment, as if the whole world had stopped, and only the familiar face in front of her magnified in her mind.

“Could it be…?”

Could it be him?

The young man in front of him keenly noticed the girl's strange gaze, frowned slightly, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

He didn't understand why the girl kept staring at him.

Although he knew he was handsome, the girl's gaze still puzzled him.

In just a moment, Floro quickly concealed the turmoil in his eyes and regained his calm and composed demeanor.

She moved her body slightly, making way for a narrow but passable path, remaining silent throughout, as if her earlier lapse in composure was merely a dream.

"Thank you."

Duanmu Yan nodded slightly, a polite smile on his lips, and spoke softly before gracefully sitting down beside the girl.

Volume 1: Chapter 13 The Language of the Red Spider Lily

"Every promise is important, and I will definitely keep my promise once I make it."

An unexpected reunion.

A musical score filled with noise.

How should I respond to this situation right now?

The joy after a long separation?

Or...