The afterglow of the sunset spilled over the serene lake surface, shimmering brilliantly, as if fish were swimming continuously on the lake.
A woman with long purple hair stood in front of this lake, wearing a jet-black long dress, looking mysterious, noble, and elegant.
"Nephilim, are you thinking about him again?"
Hearing these words, Final Song Hidden Nephilim couldn't help but turn her head, looking at the woman conversing with her, one of her deputies within the Curse Master Alliance, "Curse Song — Hanna."
"Is merely standing here admiring the scene of the sunset and afterglow considered thinking about him?"
"It's not hard to guess, Nephilim. Only he can leave you at a loss—only when you're confused do you come here."
