The clock tower on the side of Temple Square had just passed three o'clock.
The mild warmth of the Ichrite summer sun cast a radiant glow on the ancient gray stone slabs, and under the protection of the Divine Statue, a few giant oak trees flourished around the square. Their lush branches provided a cool and comfortable spot along the edge of the square.
The grand doors of the temple were half-open, with green vines crawling up the intricately carved pillars, like silent witnesses of history, quietly guarding this holy land.
The two people under the tree, although they didn't need too many words, a single hug was enough to express their many years of longing and the joy of reunion.
But once the conversation started, it seemed like it couldn't be stopped.
From past amusements to recent affairs, accompanied by Loren's narration and Florence's light laughter.
In the blink of an eye, it felt as if this moment was eternal.
[Be mindful of the time.]