Evening streets bustled with a ceaseless flow of decrepit trucks.
Under the stone bridge, tattered boats like insects on the dew stirred the river into sparkling ripples.
In the slanting sunlight, a girl with fluttering black hair pushed Su Ming'an in a wheelchair across the bridge, now a golden hue.
A cool breeze lifted her bangs, and she raised her eyes to look toward the distant checkpoint enclosed by black fences and high earthen walls.
Noel walked beside her, his white robe billowing in the wind, his eyes serene as a lake.
"The sixth, the seventh, the eighth, I didn't see you in those worlds. The last time I saw you was with Ming Hui," Su Ming'an reclined in his chair, his voice gentle.
"Mm," Yuanyuan responded, "I've been here for twenty-three years. I haven't been to those three worlds you mentioned."
"So just in this world alone, you're already older than me," Su Ming'an said.
Noel's eyebrows twitched—how had Su Ming'an suddenly become so tactless!
