This time, her seizure was worse than ever before.

Even in unconsciousness, she was still painfully sobbing.

The doctor came and said that the situation was already bad.

Arnold Simmons stayed silent, holding her in his arms like before, softly comforting her with the sweet words she loved to hear.

In between, Hannah woke up groggily once, still feeling awful, and everything before her eyes blurred.

She asked, "Who are you?"

Arnold Simmons replied, "I am Arnold Simmons."

She asked again, "Who is Arnold Simmons?"

"He is..." He took a deep breath, striving to suppress the choke in his voice, and said with a smile, "Someone who loves you, loves you very much."

She felt a bit sleepy, "That’s nice, to be loved by someone."

She fell back into unconsciousness.

The physical pain had eased.

Arnold Simmons bowed his head, pressing it against her pale cheek, "I will, I will always love you."

When Hannah woke up again, the sun was about to set.

The view outside the window was a mass of orange hues.

The warm glow of the sunset was bright, yet not at all glaring.

She still leaned in Arnold Simmon’s embrace, lightly touching the back of his hand.

Arnold Simmons quickly lowered his head, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Hannah shook her head with difficulty, managing a weak smile, "I want... to see the sunset."

Her voice was very light, as if she, herself, could be blown away by the wind at any moment.

Arnold Simmons nodded, saying, "Alright, I’ll take you to see the sunset."

He carried her outside.

The light from the setting sun elongated their shadows.

It was like that night back at Mo-Ridge when he had carried her through the streets similarly.

Hannah leaned against his shoulder, reminiscing about the landscapes they had passed.

She said that the common zinnias were lovely, the sunset on the snowy mountains beautiful, but it was too cold, the roads were rough, she did not want to go again next time.

Arnold Simmons continued walking forward, stepping on the pebble-laid path, "Okay."

She further mentioned, of all the places she had visited, her favorite was Sullivan District.

Because there, they encountered an old lady living at the foot of the mountain.

The old lady’s partner had died two years ago, and she would angrily complain in front of his grave.

He had promised to follow her but did not keep his word. When they met again, she would surely question him, even asking him to pick her favorite ’Everlasting Flowers’ as an apology, like old times.

"Arnold Simmons," her breath weakened, "Can we sit down for a while?"

Arnold Simmons stopped walking, gently placing her on a wooden bench nearby and then helped her head lean against his shoulder.

"The sunset is beautiful."

She no longer had the strength to open her eyes, nor could her voice be heard clearly.

"Yes, it’s beautiful, but not as beautiful as you are."

She curled her lips slowly, "Arnold Simmons, I really like you, you know?"

The man held back tears, gripping her hand that was trembling, his voice trembling too, "I know."

"You bend down."

"Okay."

He bent down, pressing his face against her cheek.

Her last kiss was on the corner of his lips, "I am going back to the stars now, please don’t forget me, okay?"

He embraced her weakening body, "Okay."

"That’s wonderful." From now on, I too will be someone remembered.

The wind started to blow again, blowing down raindrops, the leaves rustling, sounding like a farewell, and also like crying.

The world became dim, as if it had lost all its light.

The night wind was chilling to the bone.

He looked up, staring at the dark, starless sky, tears moistening his eyelashes, falling on the withered leaves.

The withered leaves were blown away by the wind, carried far, far away.