The lighting in Bena's home was a rather dim yellow, which could give a warm feeling when in a good mood, but seemed somewhat oppressive when one's spirits were low.
The empty wine bottles on the floor had been cleaned up that morning, and the home environment had returned to its usual appearance.
Although there were still some stains on the carpet and walls, it was much better than being completely disordered, as if filled with trash.
Yet, things were no longer the same, and even though the surroundings were arranged as if nothing had happened, it was merely self-deception.
No matter how much everything was dressed up like before, it could only add to the sentimentality of memories.
Biting her lip hard, Bena looked at the two people in front of her, her eyes not filled with excitement at seeing Extraordinary Power, like Aaron's.
