The Final Three Days

The gravel world. 

It was early spring, and the temperature in the Emperor City had begun to warm up gradually. People took off their heavy winter clothes and began to regain their former vitality.

In the early morning, the sun rose and the sky was an azure color, clear and cloudless as if it had been freshly washed.

Sunlight poured onto skin, permeating with a touch of warmth.

Mrs. Fatty's Soup Dumplings was opened early as usual.

There were not that many guests at around six in the morning. Brother Fatty and Mrs. Fatty were busy with their respective work, but they would chat with old guests from time to time.

Not long after, a short-haired young girl and a dark-skinned youth walked toward Mrs. Fatty's Soup Dumplings.