Six years had passed, and the girl from his memories had gradually become blurred.
Sometimes, Anos would try hard to recall her features, but no matter how hard he reminisced, the past always slipped away. Before long, only a thin outline of the girl would remain in the shared Emperor's heart.
"It's already been six years since then..."
Anos murmured to himself.
He stared at the brightly lit Thousand Cities Academy, where students who had not yet obtained their Scholar degrees were celebrating all night long, enjoying the various joys of Rebirth Day.
"I never even saw an opera with her..."
Anos still remembered that Mira was very keen to see an opera. That girl was interested in operas, but his own self, who was still a Princess, took no notice, until these years when numerous once trivial memories would come and go like the tide. Yet now, he can no longer shed the tears to drench his soul.
The Golden Heart had nearly filled his bosom completely.
