The silence of the museum’s hall provides a much-needed respite from the chaos of the outside world. But even the peace can not prevent Risheng's eyes from scanning the corridors for any sign of you.

At last, his gaze fell upon you, staring at a painting of what he was certain was the moon and the sun. Risheng's steps were quiet as he made his way towards you. He stood there for a moment, simply observing you, before whispering to himself. "You’re still beautiful as the day I lost you."