"Will your parents' portraits also be placed here?" She asked with a passing glance at the empty canvas.
"No." He scoffed. "This is a place for Alphas and Lunas. There is no place for others. Leaving a mark on history isn't for everyone."
Stella once again saw a resolution in her eyes. It burned under the green and darkens them. She soothed him by rubbing his arm.
"There is nothing more to see here. It's getting late. Shall we grab dinner on the way?"
The topic changed like a whiplash. Stella nodded hurriedly. Ready to get out of here.
There really was nothing else to see in the memorial hall other than the portraits. As they were leaving, Stella asked why it was called the memorial hall of the Rivers.
"They probably wanted it to sound nice." He shrugged.
Stella thought there would be a meaningf……
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