They were people, after all. That would've been a little too low.
Thinking it over, I nodded, turned around, and climbed straight into the car. As I started the engine, Lao Luo seemed to worry about the vehicle and said,
"You may be useless in every other way, but it looks like you put this car together yourself, right? Hurry up and replace the carburetor with an electronic fuel-injection system! Otherwise, this car won't last more than a few days."
As Lao Luo spoke, he turned and walked toward his wife. She was looking at him anxiously, as if she wanted to remind him of something, but with me standing there, she couldn't say it. She was so anxious she stamped her feet.
I smiled as I watched the couple. I had to admit... they made a pretty pleasing sight. Lao Luo wasn't ugly, and his wife was quite pretty, too.
"Thanks. I don't have anything else to say. I wish you two happiness. And... sorry for the trouble, Lao Luo."
As I spoke those strangely familiar words, Lao Luo's body suddenly went rigid. But I didn't stop the car. I shifted gears, hit the gas, and drove off. My long hair didn't flutter; it simply lay over my shoulders. The fresh breeze against my ears lifted my spirits.
I had to admit, from Old Man Sun to Lao Luo, even though I'd died back then, the fact that they could live in peace now was a legacy I'd left behind, wasn't it?
"At least I didn't die for nothing..."
I smiled and continued down the road.
Behind me, where I didn't look back, Lao Luo stood frozen in place. The arm he'd just flung up trembled slightly. He seemed both excited and dazed. After a long moment, he raised