Wang Sanpang was still as fat as ever, but at the moment he was fiercely battling a braised pork knuckle, with no time to spare for anything else.
Candlelight flickered, and the fragrance of wine hung in the air.
This small table of food and drink seemed to bring those carefree days in Bo City back before their eyes.
Zhou Min suddenly spoke softly.
"If... if Bo City were still here, that would be nice."
The entire table fell silent.
The moment she said it, she regretted it and hurriedly waved her hands.
"That's not what I meant. I mean, everyone could still be together. Sigh, I'm clumsy with words. I don't know how to say things properly."
"We understand."
He Yu took her hand, her voice gentle.
Zhou Min lowered her head, her lashes trembling lightly.
Bo City—the home they could never return to.
It was a scar in all their hearts that would never heal.
Mo Fan set down the wine jar, unusually serious.
"Bo City is gone, but the people are still here. Those who survived should live well. That's the best comfort we can offer."
Zhang Xiaohou nodded and said earnestly.
"Mo Fan is right. We're still young, and the road ahead is long. Someday... someday, we'll have a new home."
A new home.
Zhou Min turned those three words over in her mind, then looked up and smiled. Yet tears shimmered in her eyes.
Mu Bai nodded silently without saying anything.
Just then, footsteps sounded from the stairway.
They were neither hurried nor slow, calm and unhurried, as though someone were strolling through their own backyard.
Mo Fan instinctively looked up, and then—
His entire body froze.
Zhang Xiaohou followed his gaze and froze as well.
He Yu froze too.
Mu Bai frowned and looked