Luna gripped a medium-sized suitcase as she walked into the airport area. The sunglasses perched on her nose couldn't fully hide her identity, as she became the subject of some people's attention. From head to toe, everything Luna wore added to her captivating appearance, and she walked elegantly, her chin slightly raised as if proclaiming, "I am Luna Estrada, whom you admire."

Occasionally, Luna glanced at people embracing each other, bidding farewell to someone who would be missed—a person letting go and longing for their return. It made Luna smile sadly, acknowledging the fact that she was alone, with no one to escort or bid her farewell.

But her decision...