It was 4:37 a.m. There were still few cars on the streets and almost no pedestrians. Zhang Heng and Fan Mei Nan were the only customers in the convenience store, while the male clerk had already put on his headphones and was engrossed in a mobile game.
The whole city was quiet, as if it had fallen asleep.
"What about your illness?" Zhang Heng finished the Coke Zero in his hand and set the empty can aside. "You wanted to become Loki's agent because you hoped he could cure you, right?"
"I had a very unusual rare disease. My parents traveled all over the country just to determine what was causing it, nearly spending all the family's savings. Back then, whenever I opened my eyes, I would see my father's grave face and my mother secretly wiping away tears."
"You Always Look Unhappy (#`O′)—that's where your WeChat name came from, isn't it?" Zhang Heng recalled something and raised an eyebrow.
"That's right. After I was diagnosed, I learned that my illness couldn't be cured with current medical technology, and the follow-up treatment would be expensive. My younger brother was still in school too, and there were plenty of things the family needed money for. I didn't want to become a burden, dragging down the people I cared about most, so I ran away from home with that in mind."
Fan Mei Nan said, "At the time, I hadn't encountered the world we know now, so I had no hopes of being cured. I just wanted to get as far away from the city where I lived as possible and quietly spend the rest of my days alone. I bought my ticket at random. Coming here was purely an accident.
"And within a few days of arriving, I was almost out