Hannah noticed Golden Lotus’s concern and took a chair to sit by its side, gazing at the stars outside together, "The injury Star Cassia has sustained is too severe, it needs to be dealt with."

"Is it just because of this?" Golden Lotus sat down and scratched its ear with its hind paw.

It was actually quite clever, at least able to guess a bit of what its master was thinking.

Hannah was looking at the distant blue planet outside the window, enshrouded in what looked like scattered clouds, ethereal, beautiful, and mysterious.

"I also want to see what Arnold Simmons’s homeland is like."

Home, homeland, people inevitably have a place of origin, a sense of belonging.

Golden Lotus had overheard Hannah’s conversation with that man and with its not so bright little brain could roughly grasp Arnold Simmons’s identity.

Although it didn’t know what had happened, it could see that its master liked that man.

What is the affection between people?

Golden Lotus didn’t know.

But it thought, it probably means wanting to be together with the other forever, wanting to know everything about them.

Golden Lotto felt it also liked its master very much, that kind of liking, so it asked again, "What is the master’s homeland like?"

Hannah diverted her gaze from the window and looked down at Golden Lotus beside her.

Golden Lotus sat obediently, its tail whimsically falling on the table’s surface.

Hannah reached out and rubbed its head, "It has a very beautiful appearance."

Golden Lotus imagined, just gazing at the vast starry sky, "As beautiful as the outside like this?"

"Yes, as beautiful as the outside," Hannah said with a smile in her eyes, which was bright and resplendent like starlight.

In memories of Southport, there was a clear blue sky, an endless grassland, and under the cover of night, countless fireflies would fly from the distant mountains, like stars embellished upon the night sky.

Every firefly was a star.

The stars twinkled atop the night sky, while the fireflies fluttered their wings across the grassland.

A gentle breeze blew, bringing the scent of flowers, as well as the sounds of people’s mirth and laughter.

During festivals, people would raise bonfires on open grounds, where men, women, children, and elders would sit together. They would talk, sing, and dance.

At such times, the old King would carry her into the crowd.

People would present her with flowers, weaving them into garlands with willow branches to place upon her head, then offering her their blessings.

"Our little princess will become the happiest, the most beautiful person, God will bless you."

She smiled joyfully, yet unable to speak, merely grabbing the old King’s beard and insisting on placing flowers on his head as well.

The old King would laugh and lower his head, "Our Hannah will surely be the most beautiful little princess in the entire starry realm."

Such days, even after hundreds or thousands of years, would never grow tiresome.

No wars, no gunpowder smoke, no malice from people.

It was a utopia, just like the Fairy Forest.

People lived carefree lives.

Perhaps like the immortals said to dwell atop Mount Kunlun.

Hannah didn’t know what immortals looked like, just that Granny Mary had said they had endless lives, without worries or sorrows.

Thus, she thought, Southport must be the paradise in her mind.

But everything cycles, unable to escape time, nor war and annihilation.

"Master, are you feeling homesick?" Golden Lotus placed one front paw on Hannah’s knee and touched her face with the other, "Are you crying?"

Hannah came to her senses and looked into those round, black eyes.