"No rush, Risa."
"Is there something you want to tell me?"
Feeling the warmth from Lis's palm, Risa felt a lot calmer, though she didn't know why.
The afternoon sun spread a pattern of fragmented gold on the sea surface, and the transparent wings woven from the silver tips of Risa's hair gently fluttered with her breaths.
The elemental light dust of four colors continued to emit beside Risa, with parts of it taken by the sea breeze, trailing behind her like a galaxy gradually dissipating.
Risa released her grip on Lis's clothes and stood in front of him, quietly looking into his eyes.
The afternoon sunlight poured over them, coating them with a layer of warm golden glow.
The girl's heartbeat was as rapid as a drumbeat, her eyes filled with admiration and shyness.
Finally, Risa gathered her courage, and though her voice was light, she spoke firmly to the young man:
"Lis, I like you, I've liked you for a long, long time."
"Meeting you feels like a miracle to me."
