"Willow, are you crying?" Ethan asked.

He suddenly chuckled. He was so foolish. Willow couldn't speak, and he was turning blind very soon.

"What time is it? Sorry, I can't see very well anymore."

Willow took his hand and traced the number six in his palm.

"Almost six, hm? Time flies." Ethan sighed lightly.

He could feel that he had almost spent all his energy on staying up.

"Kelvin," he called.

Kelvin had also stayed up the whole night. His eyes were even redder now.

"I'm here, Mr. Mille