Bicycles streamed back and forth. Ordinary sedans passed by now and then. Pedestrians hurried to and fro. At a snack stall not far away, he could even see groups of construction workers eating hot fried dough sticks and drinking sweetened tofu pudding...
This scene, buried deep in Ye Luo's heart, suddenly made his eyes sting. For a moment, he even forgot the pain in his body... He stood there blankly, like an idiot.
He stared stupidly at it all, like a statue.
Until a little boy of around ten watched him pitifully from afar for nearly ten seconds, then suddenly ran up and held out a fried dough stick with a bite already taken out of it. "Here, have this..."
Ye Luo instinctively reached out and took the fried dough stick. As if frightened of something, the child turned and ran away...
The soft fried dough stick carried a faint fragrance of egg. Ye Luo knew that egg had been added when kneading the dough, making this kind of fried dough stick softer and tastier. The warmth and greasiness lingering on his fingers made his head spin...
This... Could this be...
Earth?
No one answered that question, because Ye Luo did not ask it aloud. It was not because he was shy, either. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out...
The warmth of the fried dough stick in his hand stood in stark contrast to the bitterly cold wind around him. Perhaps his injuries were too severe; even the energy in his body could no longer fend off the cold. His meridians were all severed, his internal organs shattered, and his body was weak to the extreme. A body that had once resisted extreme cold now shivered and stiffened in a wind only one or two degrees below