Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
94, Take care
At Laojun Mountain, inside the room of a rural homestay.
The walkie-talkie Qing Chen had placed on the table suddenly rang out, "Hello, I am Kunlun's Lu Yuan."
But it was ignored, left to rest quietly where it was.
At this moment, Qing Chen lay on his back on the pristine white bed, biting down on a towel, his face pale.
At the foot of the bed, Jiang Xue, with several bottles of iodine and cotton swabs she had bought in the morning, was cleaning Qing Chen's wounds on his feet and legs while crying.
Tiny slivers of wood, fragments of glass, soil.
Cleared away by Jiang Xue, bit by bit.
Large beads of sweat rolled down Qing Chen's forehead, and Li Tongyun was tirelessly wiping them away at his side.
The young girl was also crying.
It wasn't due to fear or other emotions, they were simply too heartbroken for Qing Chen.