After meeting Cheonma, I wandered through the streets.

It wasn’t as though we agreed to walk together.

I was simply walking, and Cheonma followed me.

We still weren’t speaking.

I wasn’t in a place where I wanted to talk to her.

What would there even be to discuss? At most, I’d vent my resentment or curse her.

The fact that I refrained from even that meant I was exercising patience.

That’s what I told myself.

And I had to.

We walked for quite a while.

The distance wasn’t particularly far, but the time it took was significant.

That was because I maintained a slow pace, taking in my surroundings.@@novelbin@@

As always, the streets here were eerily identical to the halls of Mount Hua Sect.

“It feels like they recreated it perfectly.”

It probably wasn’t just my imagination. It seemed literal.

Quiet yet vibrant.

The streets were filled with the laughter and chatter of people.

Whenever I saw it, a thought crossed my mind.

“How much did he yearn for this?”

How deeply must Shin Noya have longed for these streets and this scenery?

How strong must his yearning have been to recreate it himself?

These thoughts surfaced from time to time.

Pathetic, perhaps? Or something else entirely? No words came to mind.

It was just… irritating.

I wasn’t sure if the irritation was directed at myself or someone else.

If I had to pin it down, I was probably irritated with myself.

“…”

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