Gwynn leaned on Noah's shoulder and gazed out of the window.

Clusters of fireworks rose in the night. They were brilliant but fleeting. She couldn't help feeling melancholic, but she had Noah by her side.

He said, "The flowers will bloom again next year, Gwynn. I'll accompany you through all kinds of festivals every year. I'll be there with you through our children's every single birthday."

Noah added, "We will be happy for a long time, Gwynn."

They nestled by the window together and watched those fireworks. They might be brief, but they were beautiful.

After a while, they heard Kim's voice from the door, "The party outside is ready, Mr. Noah. We're waiting for you and Ms. Gwynn to bring Ocelotte out to meet the guests."

Noah lowered his head. There was still a little tear in Gwynn's eyes. He said softly, "You freshen up a bit. I'll go bring Ocelotte over."

Gwynn responded softly, "Okay."

Noah walked to the door. He picked up Ocelotte and waited for Gwynn to compose herself.