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.
"Hmm," Yangyang took out the keys, "I just moved in last night and had a bit of trouble finding the way."
"Then follow me," Qing Chen said and then led the way.
"Do you live here too?" Yangyang asked curiously.
"Yeah," Qing Chen said, "I've been living here for several years."
"That's perfect, I can just follow you from now on," Yangyang said.
Upon hearing this, Qing Chen became a bit puzzled, what did he mean by 'just follow you from now on'?
Was it that he didn't recognize his own home?
During the day, both Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen had praised Yangyang highly, talking about her using firearms and crossing the Indian Ocean alone; how could such a person not find her own home?
It didn't make sense.
Qing Chen felt something was off and tried asking again, "Directionally challenged?"
This time, Yangyang was silent even longer, "Hmm."
A huge wave suddenly stirred in Qing Chen's heart, a genius girl who was also directionally challenged?