So Xinghuai was still intact, it just bore the scars of the last battle that had not yet been repaired, making it appear somewhat dilapidated.
"Alright."
Arnold Simmons finished tying his hair, suppressed the urge to rub Hannah's head, lowered his hand, and obediently sat waiting for Hannah to turn around.
Hannah turned around, thought for a moment, then turned again, and sat face to face with Arnold.
She asked, "Do you always remember our past?"
Arnold honestly nodded, meeting Hannah's gaze with an especially sincere look.
The Realm of Loss showed no sky, but swathes of shahua emitted a faint halo of light that, from a distance, looked like countless crushed starlights floating mid-air.
And those starlights also fell into Arnold's eyes.
Hannah recalled her seven-year-old self, who had given Arnold the nickname "Beautiful Eyes" the first time they met.
Indeed, her judgement had never changed over the years.
"Where did you go after the starship exploded that time?"
