In the room, Veronica lay on her side in bed, her golden hair spread out, breathing evenly, seemingly still in dreamland.
Wayne bent down and kissed her forehead, saying slowly, "I have to take a trip to the Misty Sea. I wanted to tell you the day before yesterday, but you weren't in a good mood, so I didn't find the chance."
"I'm about to leave and came especially to say goodbye. It's very dangerous there, and if I don't come back..."
Bang!
Wayne's chest received a punch, and he knelt on the ground, groaning, unable to get up, as his diary fell onto the bed.
Don't think I'll forgive you just because you're playing the victim early in the morning!
"Who let you in, chattering non-stop? Get out," Veronica sat up, her eyebrows knit and eyes cold as she pointed at the window.
"Oh."