Nightfall, Goethe Hotel
"Hey, has anyone seen Anming today?" March 7th cut a slice of strawberry cake with her fork, her pink-blue eyes drifting to the window.
Stelle shrugged, cracking open a Wildventure Lager. "Probably off kissing Firefly in some corner. Classic him."
"How could he?!" March puffed her cheeks. "Our victory party's ruined! Dan Heng's asleep, and we're stuck here… three."
"If I may," Qingque swirled her fruit wine, "by now, they've likely progressed well beyond the post-makeout stage."
March's face flushed cherry-red, steam practically hissing from her ears. "P-post-makeout?! Y-you mean they're…?!"
Stelle tilted her head. "What happens after kissing? Do they merge into a cosmic entity?" If Firefly's SAM armor assimilates Anming, maybe he'll finally rival my Aeon-tier power…
March avoided eye contact. "Ask your mom for 'the talk,' not me!"
"Fine!" Stelle grabbed her phone, then froze. "…Wait. I don't have Kafka's number." Her voice cracked. Am I… an unloved child? "WHY WON'T SHE NOTICE 'Kafka's Loyal Pup' IS ONLINE?!"
Qingque thumped a mahjong set on the table. "Enough drama. Let's gamble!"
March: "…"
Stelle: "Ooh! Shiny tiles!"
Room 601
Firefly tilted her left hand beneath the desk lamp, the Dreamkiss ring glimmering.
"Want eight more?" Anming teased. "One for each finger."
She giggled. "What matters isn't the rings… but the heart behind them." From Gramr's ashes to Jarilo's snowscapes, each band carried epochs of love.
Moonlight streamed through lace curtains as they shared cake by the window, red wine swirling in their glasses.
"A toast." Anming's reflection rippled in the cabernet—a thousand stolen glances, a million quiet affections.
"To us." Firefly sipped, expecting bitterness… yet tasted only sweetness. When did wine become ambrosia?
Her cheeks flushed as she caught her moonlit reflection—radiant.
"I leave tomorrow," she murmured.
"I know." Anming brushed her hair. "But this isn't goodbye. It's 'until our wedding day.'"
Firefly smiled. No more chasing ghosts across galaxies. No more summer nights trapped in memory.
Midnight
She flicked off the lamp. Silver beams traced her silhouette as the black cape pooled at her feet, followed by the cerulean dress.
Anming's breath hitched.
Moonlight sculpted her form—every curve a rebellion against the wars that tried to erase her.
"Let me show you… everything."
Her hands trembled against his chest, feeling the frantic rhythm beneath. Alive. Real.
When their lips met, Firefly saw herself in his eyes—no longer Gramr's broken knight, but a woman reforged by love.
"I don't dream," she whispered between kisses. "Because this… you… are better than any fantasy."
Epilogue: Dawn
The Firefly who once chased shadows now held sunlight in her hands.
Somewhere beyond the stars, a wedding awaited—on a meadow where no wars raged, under a sky that remembered every promise.
But tonight, there was only this: two heartbeats syncing to an ancient rhythm, rewriting eternity one breath at a time.