"Captain, we'll head down first. Wait for you in the garage when it's time to go back."
"Mm, alright. Got it."
Watching Gou Yu and that older guy still unwilling to give up on his high-tech underwear leave the hospital room with everyone else, Fang Ran waved in reply, then completely relaxed and slumped back against the bed.
He hadn't wanted everyone at the Night Bureau to worry, so keeping up that energetic appearance had actually left him a little tired.
But thinking back to everyone sitting together and chatting just now, he only felt relaxed and happy.
The hospital room fell quiet again. A faint curve unconsciously appeared on Fang Ran's face as he looked up toward the sky beyond the window. The rosy clouds carried a gentle warmth, the sunlight was gradually growing stronger, and the breeze still drifted in through the window, stirring his hair.
Compared to the air on the Sky Palace's Floating Island, it lacked some of the Mediterranean Sea's moisture.
Afternoon had begun over there, while it was nearly over here.
Late October in Beijing. Today was good weather.
The major event in Europe had ended, but its aftershocks would spread throughout the entire Night Battle world and would probably last for a long time.
Unlike the news from the Arctic, which had been completely sealed away, the Royal Court, as an official force and Nevernight Palace's symbol in reality, would certainly draw the attention of countless participants with its next moves.
People would speculate about the impact of this incident and whether it signified some deeper change.
Although the National War was over, the Young Master and Mu Cheng both seemed to be planning to stay in Beijing for a while. During their chat just now, they had mentioned some kind of year-end