The current principal soloist of the Sun Tribe Dance Company, Shaida, is good at everything, except for one thing, she seems to suffer from mild paranoia.

Often, without warning, she felt like someone was watching her from some hidden place.

The man seemed to be everywhere, in the shadows of the leaves, in the cracks in the doors, in the water, in any place that simply could not accommodate the next human. She would often stand on the ground, staring straight at somewhere, like a leopard on the prairie that has suddenly spotted its prey.

Sometimes, as it is now, shouting the name "Gray Fantasia", he will chase him into a dark corner until he reaches the end of the road, and then make a mess of everything that can obscure his vision. Such episodes have nothing to do with the time and place, and it has nothing to do with who is present. The chief of the Sun Tribe Dance Troupe, a beautiful woman dressed in a delicate dinner dress, once wept and turned two huge garbage cans upside down in full view.

Every time she didn't get anything, she would cry uncontrollably for a long time, and then be depressed for a while.

The name "Gray Fantasia" is certainly not unfamiliar, and it has a lot of roots with the Sun Tribe Dance Company. The company has had the privilege of performing this man's work several times, and each time it has been a great success. However, a few years ago, Fantacia suddenly disappeared, just like the mysterious dancer Gilgamesh much earlier. Of course, several people close to him may know his whereabouts, but the parties are secretive about it.

Judging from Chief Shaida's usual reaction, there may be a deep connection between her and Fantasia, but she has never said it herself, and others dare not ask.

"Get ready, let her be quiet for a while, and then we'll coax ......"

The people in the dance company were a little used to Shaida's situation, and they were not as flustered as they were at the beginning. Now, they have figured out a mature set of experiences that can help her recover faster.

Poor girl, too—so many people thought to themselves.

Shaida ran, pushing open the doors of the locker room, the storage room, and all the rooms one by one rudely, so that it scared many people, but she herself was unaware of it.

There was only one thought in her mind: "Gray, why are you avoiding me!" ”

Is it to blame that I didn't even go to see you off?

At that time, Gray didn't make it to Higashi-no-Kuni to see her in the final of the Four Nations Tournament, because he left the next day, to the unknown place that Konstantin pointed out to him, and never returned.

And Shaida, carrying Gray on her back to buy a ticket to the East Country the night before, cruelly said goodbye without saying goodbye.

It wasn't clear to say goodbye or not, she left a note for Gray that read, "I'm going to get ready for the game, waiting for you to come back." ”

Just like tomorrow he is not going to go to the unknown with a survival rate of less than 25%, but to go out and do ordinary things like every ordinary day.

She didn't want any goodbye ritual between herself and Gray to leave everything unfinished, no hugs, no kisses, no goodbyes, no love for you. He had to come and put an end to it himself, and if he didn't come back and leave it all without an explanation, then what was it!

Even God can't stand it.

But now, as time passed, so slowly, so slowly, Shaida gradually began to doubt whether her choice was right or wrong.

I could have hugged him one more time. It's been too long, and she feels like she's about to dry up in her thoughts, and even one more hug, one more kiss, can become a breath of fresh air that makes people laugh and cry.

Gray Fantacia, you really are everywhere.

Shaida admits that she is always in the shadow of the cup, and when there is a stir, it feels like Gray is there. But every time, she still desperately searched for him, trying to grasp his shadow in the palm of her hand. She couldn't allow any unexpected reason to thwart their reunion, at least on her part, she had to spare no effort.

Gray sometimes thinks that he will do things that are "good for her", and sometimes Shaida thinks that if the treatment is not very successful, and there is something that will cause her trouble, Gray may deliberately avoid her and not come out to meet her. So, as long as he's there, she has to catch him and don't let him sneak away.

As for the idea that Gray might be dead, she never had one.

At the beginning, Konstantin had negotiated with the mysterious organization, hoping that if Gray died in time, he would let them know in time, which seemed to be Gray's own wish. However, the other party refused this request, and only promised to notify the family of the death as soon as all conditions permitted.

This means that it is likely that it will be decades before they receive a notification that Gray is no longer alive. Shaida didn't care about that, though, because in her mind, it couldn't have been.

The day Konstantin visited, the last day she spent with Gray, Gray seemed happy. He expressed his sincere gratitude to Konstantin for allowing him to become a fighter again.

Gray Fantacia has never been afraid of fighting, and the last thing he wants to face is helplessly waiting for a slow death. And when he fights, he doesn't lose.

Shaida shouted Fantacia's name as she found the locker room at the back of the building.

This dressing room is dedicated to the head of the dance company. Although it was an away performance in an unfamiliar city and an unfamiliar theater, the dressing room of the company's principal was also comfortable and luxurious.

Shaida stood in front of the locker room door, was silent for a moment, and reached out to grasp the doorknob.

My heart was beating faster, and it was different from every time I had done it before.

Each time, Shaida was suspicious that she had seen Gray's shadow, but this time, she felt like she was smelling Gray's body.

She actually followed the smell all the way to find it.

Now, the source of that smell is inside this door.

Shaida gritted her teeth, clicked the door open, pushed it and walked in, and closed it again.

As she saw it, her heart suddenly beat like a drum, for in the distance, by the window, with his back to her, stood the shadow of a thin man.

The man had apparently escaped from her chase all the way here, but at this moment, he seemed to have no intention of dodging, he just hesitated, as if he didn't know whether to turn around and face her.

Shaida suddenly rushed over and grabbed his wrist tightly from behind.

The man shuddered, and finally turned slowly, enveloping her figure in his shadow. He looked down just in time to see a silver diamond ring glittering on the ring finger of her left hand, where she was holding her wrist.

There was a faint hint of imperceptible pain in his very nice ice-blue eyes, but he quickly looked into her eyes and smiled very tenderly.

"Hi, Ida, long time no see." His voice seemed to exhaust all the tenderness of the whole world.