Twenty minutes ago, outside the Sacrificial Cathedral, in the bustling crowd on the plaza, two figures stood quietly amidst the surging tides of people, their gazes fixed on everything unfolding before them.
In the midst of the feverish excitement and joy, they felt completely unrelated.
They stood silent, for a long, long time…
As if waiting for a friend who insisted an hour and a half ago that they would step out but never did—gradually growing restless, gradually irritated.
Yet in this silence, it felt like being in a skyscraper elevator.
Press the button, and then slowly, endlessly rise without an end in sight, the silence stretching into an awkward space.
So, they started to find things to say just to break the silence…
“The sky’s really blue, huh?”
“Hm.”
“The wind’s not bad either.”
“Indeed.”
“…”
“…”
The brief exchanges did nothing to dispel the awkwardness; if anything, the silence seemed deafening.
Seeing Wen Wen grow agitated again, Ji Jue couldn’t help but sigh.
Taking advantage of his height, he patted her shoulder to soothe her, then quickly tried to find a topic before she realized it: “Wen, what exactly do you want to say?”