On the third-floor balcony of the Marine Theater, a boy in a small white suit leaned on the railing, looking at the fog-covered streets below: "The fog is so thick today, will Lado still come over?"
A childish tone murmured from his mouth.
"Stop wondering, didn't you see the Skycraft earlier? Lado must have gone to wait near the Sky Tower." A slightly cold, yet still youthful voice came from behind the little boy.
He turned his head and saw a girl in a red dress pushing open the door and walking onto the balcony. It was her who had spoken.
