“The half of it is impossible to record.. The first half it is. This is the tenth person now.” A tall woman muttered under her breath as she gently caressed a dead woman’s forehead with her palm. Her soft half-lidded eyes sooner gazed at the horizon above her; it is a view coated with lively blue skies with moving clouds in a cold morning.
The woman narrowed her eyes as she took a deep breath, “It seems that Edifyer has already recorded it, huh?” But that thought made her smile softly, knowing that half of the person’s memory is in safe hands. Her mind immediately gave her one goal to accomplish:
“I’ll find you.”
