At five in the morning, Old Six opened his eyes again and released Shi Tiexin from the little black room. Looking at his wife sleeping beside him, he leaned over and kissed her cheek. "I'm going for a walk."
Yao Ling gave a groggy hum, turned over, and continued sleeping.
Old Six got up, dressed neatly, and went outside.
At five in the morning, the sky was still dark. This modest little village did not keep its lights on all night. Without the interference of lights from the ground, the night sky could be seen clearly.
Old Six walked along the hillside and gazed into the distance. The scenery was breathtaking.
Stars hung low over the vast plains; the moon surged with the great river's flow.
Shi Tiexin looked at the view before him and let out a deep sigh. "You can actually see the starry sky here. It's beautiful."
"Yes, our world is beautiful." Old Six reached out and stroked the green leaves in the fields. They were cool and pleasant to the touch. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. "I live in a perfect world, living a perfect life. So there's no wish I need you to fulfill for me. I'm very happy."
Shi Tiexin spread his hands. "I have nothing to say. Among so many Worldlines, among so many versions of myself, yours is the most beautiful. So beautiful it doesn't feel real."
Old Six said, "Good days are fought for. One day, you'll be this happy too. Then you'll know whether it's real or not."
Hearing those familiar words, Shi Tiexin could not help laughing. "You're feeding me chicken soup now? Showing off before an expert, aren't you? But no matter how prosperous or fair your world is, no matter how high your status is